<?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-2436458860356276635</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:58:10.353-07:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='Fitness Tip'/><category term='class'/><title type='text'>The Spin Chick - Off The Bike</title><subtitle type='html'>The is the Blog home of the Spin Chick. Here you will learn about fitness, having fun, and learning to laugh. You will find stories about me and my clients along with photos and fitness tips thrown in for good measure. Thanks for visiting and enjoy the (sometimes bumpy)ride.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5036914420555146133</id><published>2009-06-30T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:01:07.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JULY 1ST SPIN RIDE</title><content type='html'>Warm-up: Another one bites the dust 3:37&lt;br /&gt;Jog:  magic carpet ride 4:28&lt;br /&gt;Climb:  Take it to the limit 4:46&lt;br /&gt;Climb: Free falling 4:09&lt;br /&gt;Jumps: temperature 3:32&lt;br /&gt;Run: bad girlfriend 3:29&lt;br /&gt;Jog:  Hot in here 3:49&lt;br /&gt;Sprints: sin wagon 3:41&lt;br /&gt;Jog/run: live and let die 3:14&lt;br /&gt;Climb 20/20: Beat it 4:19&lt;br /&gt;Climb: Picture 4:59&lt;br /&gt;Sprints: Something in your mouth 3:41&lt;br /&gt;Jog to run: proud Mary 4:58&lt;br /&gt;Climb: Old black water 4:17&lt;br /&gt;Sit, Stand, Hover:  Save a Horse 3:22&lt;br /&gt;Jog: Super freak 3:41&lt;br /&gt;Run: rock and roll 3:41&lt;br /&gt;Cool down: Arms wide open 4:35&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5036914420555146133?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5036914420555146133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5036914420555146133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5036914420555146133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5036914420555146133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/06/july-1st-spin-ride.html' title='JULY 1ST SPIN RIDE'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-3888911581861946252</id><published>2009-05-26T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:47:15.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed spin ride for May 27th</title><content type='html'>Balls to the Walls Birthday Climb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up: Calling all Angles: 3:49&lt;br /&gt;Jog: Don’t do me like that: 2:42&lt;br /&gt;Climb: Eye of the tiger: 4:04&lt;br /&gt;Climb: Come together: 4:19&lt;br /&gt;Jumps: My sharona: 4:56&lt;br /&gt;Climb: fame: 4:20&lt;br /&gt;Sit/stand/sprint: (20 seconds each): Still of the night: 6:41&lt;br /&gt;Jog/Recover: Freeze Frame: 3:58&lt;br /&gt;Seated Climb: Magic Man: 5:27&lt;br /&gt;Bounce climb: Blame it: 4:51&lt;br /&gt;Switch backs: Only the good die young: 3:56&lt;br /&gt;Climb: finish what you started: 4:25&lt;br /&gt;Sit/stand/hover: All summer long: 4:55&lt;br /&gt;Jog/recover: crossfire: 4:08&lt;br /&gt;Standing climb: right round: 3:26&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Jog: only God knows why: 5:27&lt;br /&gt;Seated run: know your enemy: 3:11&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: I don’t wanna be: 3:40&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-3888911581861946252?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3888911581861946252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=3888911581861946252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3888911581861946252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3888911581861946252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/05/wed-spin-ride-for-may-27th.html' title='Wed spin ride for May 27th'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-2595435058084077181</id><published>2009-05-04T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:17:59.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is May 6th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed ride (80-mins)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up- Honkey Tonk woman  3:05&lt;br /&gt;20/20 Climb- Money 6:23&lt;br /&gt;sprints- top gun 3:35&lt;br /&gt;Jumps- Dirty Deeds 4:13&lt;br /&gt;Flat to Jog – Slow Ride 3:58&lt;br /&gt;Climb- Blaze of glory 5:36&lt;br /&gt;Run - I want you to want me 3:44&lt;br /&gt;Switch backs- It’s your thing 2:58&lt;br /&gt;Bounce climb- New sensation 3:40&lt;br /&gt;Sprints- kryptonite 3:58&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Jog – Fat bottom girls 4:17&lt;br /&gt;Flat to Jog – Keep rocking me baby 3:07&lt;br /&gt;Climb- Dream on 4:28&lt;br /&gt;Sit/stand/hover- I want a new drug 3:31&lt;br /&gt;Jumps- Pump it 3:37&lt;br /&gt;Jog- Rubber band man 3:33&lt;br /&gt;Run- a little less conversation 3:36&lt;br /&gt;Cool down- Bobby Mcgee 4:33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-2595435058084077181?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2595435058084077181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=2595435058084077181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2595435058084077181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2595435058084077181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-it-is-may-6th.html' title='Here it is May 6th!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7689239023604520445</id><published>2009-04-21T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:20:24.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 22nd spin</title><content type='html'>Warm-up: Good Vibrations&lt;br /&gt;Jog:  Back in the USSR&lt;br /&gt;Climb: Summer of 69&lt;br /&gt;Climb: Soak up the sun&lt;br /&gt;Jumps: Tush&lt;br /&gt;Run: What I like about you&lt;br /&gt;Jog: hot in here&lt;br /&gt;Sprints: something in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Switch backs: The boys are back in town&lt;br /&gt;Climb 20/20: Running with the devil&lt;br /&gt;Climb: smooth&lt;br /&gt;Sprints: The devil went down to georgia&lt;br /&gt;Jog: sinner man&lt;br /&gt;Climb: Love shack&lt;br /&gt;Sit, Stand, Hover:  You may be right&lt;br /&gt;Jog: Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Speed play: Meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;Cool down: centerfold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7689239023604520445?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7689239023604520445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7689239023604520445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7689239023604520445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7689239023604520445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-22nd-spin.html' title='April 22nd spin'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1028276199777277141</id><published>2009-04-07T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:26:41.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin Ride for Wed the 8th</title><content type='html'>This spin ride is 1.3 hours long according to my ipod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Ride (ride of ages)&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up: &lt;strong&gt;Rubber band man: 3:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jog:  &lt;strong&gt;Brick house: 3:37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Climb: &lt;strong&gt;Superfreak: 3:41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Climb: &lt;strong&gt;I’m your boogie man: 4:05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jumps: &lt;strong&gt;Come on Feel the noise: 4:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Run: &lt;strong&gt;Doctor Feel good: 4:50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jog: &lt;strong&gt;Rock of Ages: 4:08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprints: &lt;strong&gt;Kick start my heart: 4:43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Climb pyramid: &lt;strong&gt;November Rain: 8:56&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jog: &lt;strong&gt;Allstar: 3:23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb: &lt;strong&gt;Enter Sandman: 5:32&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit, Stand, Hover:  &lt;strong&gt;That’s all: 4:28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed play: &lt;strong&gt;Rebel Yell: 4:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jog: &lt;strong&gt;Steve McQueen: 3:26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb 20/20: &lt;strong&gt;Can’t always get what you want: 7:33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run:  &lt;strong&gt;Rock and Roll: 3:41&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool down: &lt;strong&gt;bobby Mcgee: 4:33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1028276199777277141?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1028276199777277141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1028276199777277141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1028276199777277141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1028276199777277141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/04/spin-ride-for-wed-8th.html' title='Spin Ride for Wed the 8th'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-2569498940912896052</id><published>2009-03-31T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:44:53.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO blonds have more fun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJeCdazZbI/AAAAAAAAAzU/_TSfMU9z7g4/s1600-h/hair+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417506227774898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJeCdazZbI/AAAAAAAAAzU/_TSfMU9z7g4/s400/hair+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here I am straight from bootcamp class.....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJd8dC1G8I/AAAAAAAAAzM/3FFTkQXGw58/s1600-h/hair+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417403048008642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJd8dC1G8I/AAAAAAAAAzM/3FFTkQXGw58/s400/hair+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the beginning of the foil nightmare--- good thing TVs aren't picking up reception this way any longer.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJd8Ik6rII/AAAAAAAAAzE/mfnxH1crYbc/s1600-h/hair+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417397553835138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJd8Ik6rII/AAAAAAAAAzE/mfnxH1crYbc/s400/hair+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still getting foil.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJd8JVmtoI/AAAAAAAAAy8/XwzahFBJx78/s1600-h/hair+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417397758047874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJd8JVmtoI/AAAAAAAAAy8/XwzahFBJx78/s400/hair+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK- I"m pretty sure I look like I"m from outer space in this one. Boldy-go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJd7_PIoXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/bIwzZIiv73s/s1600-h/hair+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417395046556018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJd7_PIoXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/bIwzZIiv73s/s400/hair+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there, the blow drying has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJd7VpMxiI/AAAAAAAAAys/g9HUw3YeOtY/s1600-h/hair+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417383881590306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJd7VpMxiI/AAAAAAAAAys/g9HUw3YeOtY/s400/hair+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, a pretty blond head.  Thank you to Melissa from Appearances for making me look so "fun"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-2569498940912896052?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2569498940912896052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=2569498940912896052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2569498940912896052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2569498940912896052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-blonds-have-more-fun.html' title='DO blonds have more fun?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SdJeCdazZbI/AAAAAAAAAzU/_TSfMU9z7g4/s72-c/hair+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5880064608872399165</id><published>2009-03-30T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:21:33.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed Spin Ride</title><content type='html'>Gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hit me with your best shot&lt;br /&gt;Cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;Black Horse&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Brownstone&lt;br /&gt;You really got me now&lt;br /&gt;something in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;redneck woman&lt;br /&gt;magic carpet ride&lt;br /&gt;all summer long&lt;br /&gt;great balls of fire&lt;br /&gt;crazy little thing called love&lt;br /&gt;crazy&lt;br /&gt;save a horse&lt;br /&gt;should i stay or should I go&lt;br /&gt;all for you&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the jungle&lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5880064608872399165?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5880064608872399165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5880064608872399165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5880064608872399165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5880064608872399165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/wed-spin-ride.html' title='Wed Spin Ride'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-2728787716065561220</id><published>2009-03-27T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:37:55.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was something to look at.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sc043rCO2wI/AAAAAAAAAyk/88cHy4m-0Z0/s1600-h/potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317969264090471170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sc043rCO2wI/AAAAAAAAAyk/88cHy4m-0Z0/s400/potty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a cute sign to post in the restroom.  I mean, we really need some "entertainment" while we're in there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was seated for the entire performance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-2728787716065561220?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2728787716065561220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=2728787716065561220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2728787716065561220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2728787716065561220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-something-to-look-at.html' title='It was something to look at.'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sc043rCO2wI/AAAAAAAAAyk/88cHy4m-0Z0/s72-c/potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5530050433656567950</id><published>2009-03-19T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:55:53.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, my children were playing outside in the warm weather yesterday.  They were on the trampoline with their purses and they decided to take the straps off of the purses and wrap them around one of the girls neck and pretend they were dogs....  Needless to say this was not a good idea and it ended in injury.  One of my children got a huge scratch on the side of her neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, while I was nursing her injury and explaining to the girls that it wasn't a good idea to do this, I also suggested that she not go to school and tell all her friends she had a leash around her neck and got scratched!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, she comes home today and says "I didn't tell any of my friends mom, just my teacher".  WHAT?!?  You told your teacher you had a leash on your neck?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, lucky for me (not really)-- her teacher comes to my classes at the gym, so I took the walk of shame across the floor to explain to her teacher that I DON'T let me children walk around with a leash!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was younger, thinking about parenthood and how fun it would be to raise children, I never, ever, ever thought I would have to have a conversation with my child's teacher where I had to say "I don't keep my children on a leash"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, Mother of the Year-- that's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5530050433656567950?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5530050433656567950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5530050433656567950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5530050433656567950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5530050433656567950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/mother-of-year.html' title='Mother of the Year'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4523273716543146862</id><published>2009-03-19T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:35:51.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lettuce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just had to share this.  My friends daughter had to do a project for school and she had to list 5 reasons for lettuce.  Reason number 5 was: So vegetarians have something to eat!  Ha Ha Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to scrap off excess mustard and ketchup from Wendy's cheeseburger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4523273716543146862?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4523273716543146862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4523273716543146862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4523273716543146862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4523273716543146862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/lettuce.html' title='Lettuce'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-27955127439649041</id><published>2009-03-11T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:53:00.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your questions answered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcLrl019JI/AAAAAAAAAyc/rCTF1KusRi4/s1600-h/big+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311727129022821522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcLrl019JI/AAAAAAAAAyc/rCTF1KusRi4/s400/big+band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many of you have asked me about this 'bar', so here is the scoop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stopped at every bar along the route from Key Largo to Key West, it's about 108 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We saw this bar on the road and it was called "Woodys".  We pull off and then we notice it is a strip club.  So &lt;strong&gt;question Number 1&lt;/strong&gt;.  NO, I didn't know by the name that it was a strip club.  &lt;strong&gt;Question Number 2&lt;/strong&gt;. NO, I didn't go in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This sign was on the outside of the door so I snapped the picture.  It says Bar/Lounge/and Restaurant.  &lt;strong&gt;Question Number 3&lt;/strong&gt;: I have no idea what kind of food was on the menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, the band name:  Big Dick and the Extenders... &lt;strong&gt;Question Number 4&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't know what kind of music they play, and I've been to afraid to "google search" the answer for fear of what might show up if I type in "big dick and the extenders".  If anyone is brave enough to find the answers to these questions, please let us all know.  IN FACT, if anyone has ever BEEN to the place, I would LOVE to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-27955127439649041?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/27955127439649041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=27955127439649041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/27955127439649041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/27955127439649041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-questions-answered.html' title='Your questions answered!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcLrl019JI/AAAAAAAAAyc/rCTF1KusRi4/s72-c/big+band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5203964405609263745</id><published>2009-03-10T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:26:45.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen everything UPCLOSE now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you remember, or refer back to, my blog titled "now, I've seen everything" you will  be able to understand this blog post alot better....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, S and D hand me this package today in this mornings bootcamp class...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCuqqH2PI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I-Y4fiKeqm8/s1600-h/gg+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311717286254991602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCuqqH2PI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I-Y4fiKeqm8/s400/gg+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is what's inside!!!!  S ACTUALLY ordered it for me.  Now, if you can read the photo below you will see some information and a money saving coupon for future purchases of "go girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCuuW2itI/AAAAAAAAAyM/gQ5WNQ3Bwzc/s1600-h/gg+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311717287247907538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCuuW2itI/AAAAAAAAAyM/gQ5WNQ3Bwzc/s400/gg+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On this back of the above photo is information for a SWEEPSTAKES to win "lifestyle packages".  I don't think I even WANT to know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;You can also win some cool GoGirl GEAR!  I am actually wondering that the t-shirts and hats have on them?  NOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCl-BcUYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/7shwWDbBUrs/s1600-h/gg+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311717136834253186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCl-BcUYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/7shwWDbBUrs/s400/gg+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, so if you look at the outside of the tube you will see all the things you will be able to do if you have, buy, and/or use GoGirl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that a guitar?  Will I be a better Guitar Hero player if I use this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCl9LZY8I/AAAAAAAAAx8/L1Y5nJm2LiU/s1600-h/gg+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311717136607568834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCl9LZY8I/AAAAAAAAAx8/L1Y5nJm2LiU/s400/gg+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It also states on the TUBE that it contains one gogirl, a tissue, and a baggie for disposal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna see what's inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcClwthaWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/biu9DNdvuo0/s1600-h/gg+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311717133261039970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcClwthaWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/biu9DNdvuo0/s400/gg+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it.  A rubber funnel, toilet tissue, and a bag for disposal, but that's not all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCl8MspkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NxY_sEEA8Ok/s1600-h/gg+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311717136344589890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCl8MspkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NxY_sEEA8Ok/s400/gg+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just in case you weren't sure what to do, there are step by step instructions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcClgOw5xI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Nv9UBWA3uHA/s1600-h/gg+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311717128837064466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcClgOw5xI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Nv9UBWA3uHA/s400/gg+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are so funny, it takes the cake! Adjust clothing? (you can't do it through your outfit?), AIM? (what woman learns how to aim?) and if you CHOOSE not to reuse use the bag for disposal... oh, I'm sorry-- discrete disposal, as if the fact you just peed standing up wasn't strange enough!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to hear the comments on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5203964405609263745?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5203964405609263745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5203964405609263745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5203964405609263745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5203964405609263745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-seen-everything-upclose-now.html' title='I&apos;ve seen everything UPCLOSE now!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbcCuqqH2PI/AAAAAAAAAyU/I-Y4fiKeqm8/s72-c/gg+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-8981484406780908937</id><published>2009-03-09T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:23:39.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burnout Pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the "Iron Horse Saloon" in Daytona Beach, a very famous place and-- as you can see-- a huge hangout for bikers during bike week!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbWx_u3wwII/AAAAAAAAAxc/CTLxWbPRu6o/s1600-h/burn+out+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311347044025155714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbWx_u3wwII/AAAAAAAAAxc/CTLxWbPRu6o/s400/burn+out+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a small caged in area called "The Burn Out Pit".  Basically, bikers get in there and hold the break, rev up the back tire and make lots of noise and TONS of smoke.  It usually gets alot of attention and screams, and some women show their boobs. (Not me of course).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbWx_XxizlI/AAAAAAAAAxU/vjyA_nMKfjE/s1600-h/burn+out+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311347037825060434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbWx_XxizlI/AAAAAAAAAxU/vjyA_nMKfjE/s400/burn+out+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a guy in the pit on a nice Harley Davidson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbWx_R1iO3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/YEc4Qgmisjs/s1600-h/burn+out+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311347036231187314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbWx_R1iO3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/YEc4Qgmisjs/s400/burn+out+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the pit after he had been in there about 20 seconds.  I'm almost sure there is/or will be NO tread left on his back tire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbWx_B9gSwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MRAuzHtLsKU/s1600-h/burn+out+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311347031969647362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbWx_B9gSwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MRAuzHtLsKU/s400/burn+out+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually pretty fun if you're there in person.  I imagine SEVERAL Corona lites help with the festivities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-8981484406780908937?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8981484406780908937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=8981484406780908937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8981484406780908937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8981484406780908937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/burnout-pit.html' title='The Burnout Pit'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbWx_u3wwII/AAAAAAAAAxc/CTLxWbPRu6o/s72-c/burn+out+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5036103165304999589</id><published>2009-03-05T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:27:12.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun stuff to and from</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stopped at a 'bar' on the way to Key West and  it turned out to be a nudey place, but I loved the name of the band that played here... big dick and the extenders...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBsuuUb3RI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Rj5CQJjZqIo/s1600-h/fun+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309863510633340178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBsuuUb3RI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Rj5CQJjZqIo/s400/fun+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a cute shirt I saw in Key West.  Thankfully, I didn't actually get to see the county jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBsue_SilI/AAAAAAAAAw0/_PQEcmmPqsQ/s1600-h/fun+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309863506518116946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBsue_SilI/AAAAAAAAAw0/_PQEcmmPqsQ/s400/fun+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you remember from my last trip to Florida in November, I seem to have a knack for finding huge tatas on mannequins and here is one for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBsuInVWgI/AAAAAAAAAws/SXj3PKv35fY/s1600-h/fun+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309863500512057858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBsuInVWgI/AAAAAAAAAws/SXj3PKv35fY/s400/fun+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You do know those are fake, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cute shirt, anyone know any lawyers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBstxs1vnI/AAAAAAAAAwk/qoJrf-viF1Q/s1600-h/fun+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309863494361136754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBstxs1vnI/AAAAAAAAAwk/qoJrf-viF1Q/s400/fun+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I snapped this pic of a giant flip flop, just outside of Margaritaville.... Don't think you can blow out THIS flip flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBstehzeiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9k0DOVbFNDQ/s1600-h/fun+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309863489214577186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBstehzeiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9k0DOVbFNDQ/s400/fun+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5036103165304999589?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5036103165304999589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5036103165304999589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5036103165304999589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5036103165304999589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-stuff-to-and-from.html' title='fun stuff to and from'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SbBsuuUb3RI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Rj5CQJjZqIo/s72-c/fun+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-368370919646906415</id><published>2009-03-05T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:10:55.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day through the keys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made it all the way to Key Largo, and parked the trailer.  Unloaded and headed on a 108 mile journey through the keys...  pretty much stopping at every bar (ofcourse we left at 9am and most places don't open until 11, but we managed to find a few).  My only problem was that once you're on the bike, it's whatever you can carry in a back pack to get you through the night-- that means, no curling iron, blow dryer, iron, and only ONE pair of shoes...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa_N3Oh8kgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/otG-cKhC1sk/s1600-h/day+2+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309688834370081282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa_N3Oh8kgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/otG-cKhC1sk/s400/day+2+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are sitting at some seafood place, and I snapped this shot-- that's ICE COLD BEER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa_N2ocxndI/AAAAAAAAAwM/WCf5PmnDVAU/s1600-h/day+2+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309688824147844562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa_N2ocxndI/AAAAAAAAAwM/WCf5PmnDVAU/s400/day+2+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the bikes parked at the southern most point--- however, I've heard that the "true" southern most point is in Hawaii and that Cuba isn't really 90 miles from that point, but 98...  Still a great place for a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa_N2GUUwwI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KfZHjIpsuLg/s1600-h/day+2+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309688814985593602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa_N2GUUwwI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KfZHjIpsuLg/s400/day+2+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I know I shouldn't complain, because you can drink anywhere on Key West, but really... Corona in a CAN?  It just didn't seem normal.  And I haven't choaked on the lime yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check back later to see some pics of the sites I saw on the road trip down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-368370919646906415?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/368370919646906415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=368370919646906415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/368370919646906415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/368370919646906415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-day-through-keys.html' title='2nd day through the keys!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa_N3Oh8kgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/otG-cKhC1sk/s72-c/day+2+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-2781652476220276478</id><published>2009-03-04T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:04:33.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road trip from hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that's my luggage and yes that is one bag just of shoes!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57P1OY09I/AAAAAAAAAv0/f3NmBKYGNX4/s1600-h/day+1+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309316522632074194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57P1OY09I/AAAAAAAAAv0/f3NmBKYGNX4/s400/day+1+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't drive at all, I was way too sick...  there were trailers everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57P3rH3aI/AAAAAAAAAvs/K6JITSUVCFI/s1600-h/day+1+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309316523289468322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57P3rH3aI/AAAAAAAAAvs/K6JITSUVCFI/s400/day+1+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even when we stopped for gas, they were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57Pv9p18I/AAAAAAAAAvk/h8mmp72WgoQ/s1600-h/day+1+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309316521219708866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57Pv9p18I/AAAAAAAAAvk/h8mmp72WgoQ/s400/day+1+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me very nervous, because we "thought" because of the economy that not many people would be here this year... of course we don't have a hotel booked yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is sleeping on the beach illegal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57PoqSanI/AAAAAAAAAvc/KLhdrDnF-4E/s1600-h/day+1+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309316519259433586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57PoqSanI/AAAAAAAAAvc/KLhdrDnF-4E/s400/day+1+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And you can see the small sign out of the window that says "welcome to FLORIDA".  Mind you this is like 430am on Monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57PvHZyiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ogJ_yqEBtLY/s1600-h/day+1+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309316520992164386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57PvHZyiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ogJ_yqEBtLY/s400/day+1+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this one was taken about 5 hours later, around 930am... let the vacation begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to say that I've really enjoyed this beer while looking at all the snow pictures of my snow bound friends in Maryland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-2781652476220276478?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2781652476220276478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=2781652476220276478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2781652476220276478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2781652476220276478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-trip-from-hell.html' title='The road trip from hell'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/Sa57P1OY09I/AAAAAAAAAv0/f3NmBKYGNX4/s72-c/day+1+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4240843243611374561</id><published>2009-02-26T15:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:19:05.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I know you've seen this picture before, but....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaciiSANsoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/TAw2YwLoS_0/s1600-h/belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307248658223051394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaciiSANsoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/TAw2YwLoS_0/s400/belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is it again with a bandage... So you know what's next, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaciiXh3mLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/VC1jfmrvCgk/s1600-h/belly+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307248659706386610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaciiXh3mLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/VC1jfmrvCgk/s400/belly+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You guessed it, I DID IT!  Gina couldn't be there today, but her sister-in-law Genna took good care of me, held my hand, told me I was going to live, had the paramedics standing by just incase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaciiLCQlGI/AAAAAAAAAu8/G2Uq3MB7XVU/s1600-h/belly+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307248656352580706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaciiLCQlGI/AAAAAAAAAu8/G2Uq3MB7XVU/s400/belly+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genna was laughing at me.  Gina told her how nervous I was and Genna was like"Tiff?  I thought she was hard core!"  Well, now you know....  I get my strength from the bandanna..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now all I need is alittle Florida sunshine to tan up the mid-section.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is done... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4240843243611374561?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4240843243611374561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4240843243611374561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4240843243611374561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4240843243611374561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/ow.html' title='OW!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaciiSANsoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/TAw2YwLoS_0/s72-c/belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5949995335328428327</id><published>2009-02-26T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:46:01.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee-Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is a great website for some cute, maybe never seen before, shirts-- &lt;a href="http://www.snorgtees.com/"&gt;www.snorgtees.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are some of my favorites!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSlfrq5II/AAAAAAAAAu0/e2hpXoy-giw/s1600-h/shirt+6.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306808908783477890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSlfrq5II/AAAAAAAAAu0/e2hpXoy-giw/s400/shirt+6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSQXX7l9I/AAAAAAAAAus/RonY4gD7xOc/s1600-h/shirt+5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306808545775949778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSQXX7l9I/AAAAAAAAAus/RonY4gD7xOc/s400/shirt+5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSQYODZ_I/AAAAAAAAAuk/dozilJU9Jkw/s1600-h/shirt+4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306808546002954226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSQYODZ_I/AAAAAAAAAuk/dozilJU9Jkw/s400/shirt+4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSQKYJY2I/AAAAAAAAAuc/rS4u8cvE9gM/s1600-h/shirt+3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306808542287192930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSQKYJY2I/AAAAAAAAAuc/rS4u8cvE9gM/s400/shirt+3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSPotfznI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dSmG-lTyOVw/s1600-h/shirt+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306808533249937010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSPotfznI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dSmG-lTyOVw/s400/shirt+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSO-s3HBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Jyg2JWkEFpk/s1600-h/shirt+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306808521972980754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSO-s3HBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Jyg2JWkEFpk/s400/shirt+1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may even have to order a few of these-- Iwould love to hear which one's are your favorites! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5949995335328428327?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5949995335328428327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5949995335328428327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5949995335328428327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5949995335328428327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/tee-time.html' title='Tee-Time'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SaWSlfrq5II/AAAAAAAAAu0/e2hpXoy-giw/s72-c/shirt+6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-8776851617803414229</id><published>2009-02-25T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:39:51.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ride of Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is an idea that S gave to me and I just LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I will carve out about a fifteen or twenty minute portion of my class to “The Spin of Your Life.” Kind of like this portion of our program is sponsored by "your name here". Music is a big part of a lot of people’s lives. They mark the time by what song was playing went an event occurred in their life. If I could incorporate those songs within a program and share with the class why and what this song means to them I think it would jazz the class up and make it even more fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is what you want to do is make fitness fun. A couple of rules: 1) only three to five songs. First you don’t want to be spinning to county music for 80 minutes and second people will be more likely to participate if it only involves a couple of songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) You have to be willing to tell why this song was important to you and agree to let me share it with the class. They can be happy moments, funny moments, inspirational moments, maybe try to keep the depressing moments out unless maybe it is a short recovery or something. You probably don’t want to depress the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love the song "drift away".  I always say its the "military wife song".  The words means so much to me and helped me through many, many nights alone.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like the song "loose yourself" by emenem.  That song drives me so much,  I could climb to it, run to it, and even if I'm on my last drop of energy, that song can lift me out and take me to the finish line-- I feel like I don't want to miss one opportunity in life and that song helps me when I'm feeling down and out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-8776851617803414229?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8776851617803414229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=8776851617803414229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8776851617803414229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8776851617803414229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/ride-of-your-life.html' title='The Ride of Your Life'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-3246818751995101580</id><published>2009-02-20T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:24:22.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't read if squeemish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZ71M7-Jn-I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ZSKH1Mrx3GY/s1600-h/2008_0326Easter0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304947013694627810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZ71M7-Jn-I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ZSKH1Mrx3GY/s400/2008_0326Easter0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I am home today with a sick 4-year old, but I have to tell this cute/funny, but maybe alittle TMI story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She comes to my bed last night at 1240am and says "Mom, I don't feel very good". I sit up and look at her just as she VOMITS into my lap -- she looks up at me and says "I'm serious Mom!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you say to that? My pajamas are a mess, she's crying, I'm not even awake yet and she gives me grown-up sarcasm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um, you had me at hello?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You gotta love that! "I'm serious guys"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-3246818751995101580?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3246818751995101580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=3246818751995101580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3246818751995101580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3246818751995101580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-read-if-squeemish.html' title='Don&apos;t read if squeemish!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZ71M7-Jn-I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ZSKH1Mrx3GY/s72-c/2008_0326Easter0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5121683059206466339</id><published>2009-02-18T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:10:15.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I've seen everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even BEGIN to tell you about this site, and I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sure it's no joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be sure to check out the 'video'.... It's pee your pants funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-girl.com/"&gt;www.go-girl.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5121683059206466339?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5121683059206466339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5121683059206466339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5121683059206466339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5121683059206466339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-ive-seen-everything.html' title='Now I&apos;ve seen everything!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1008125899630616579</id><published>2009-02-18T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:09:14.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not backing out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZv6Gq7IsgI/AAAAAAAAAt8/vvBaq79KQdI/s1600-h/tattoo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304107978667373058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZv6Gq7IsgI/AAAAAAAAAt8/vvBaq79KQdI/s400/tattoo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZv6GdfFC7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/TOP0Qf3q3QU/s1600-h/belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304107975060032434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZv6GdfFC7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/TOP0Qf3q3QU/s400/belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright, so I didn't make it in to see Gina last night, but I've got a firm appointment and babysitter for next Tuesday to have my belly button done!  I'm wasn't chickening out-- I just couldn't make it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1008125899630616579?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1008125899630616579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1008125899630616579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1008125899630616579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1008125899630616579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-backing-out.html' title='I&apos;m not backing out!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZv6Gq7IsgI/AAAAAAAAAt8/vvBaq79KQdI/s72-c/tattoo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-8562690524575749659</id><published>2009-02-17T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:11:27.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much is Too Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZtfO7Bu0TI/AAAAAAAAAts/rdQVRm6sgEk/s1600-h/Body+Combat+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303937696126652722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZtfO7Bu0TI/AAAAAAAAAts/rdQVRm6sgEk/s400/Body+Combat+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm teaching alot this week.  8 classes in 5 days, plus combat practice on Thursdays to get ready for the launch.  Now, I &lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt; whining, but I wouldn't change it for the world-- I love teaching and training with you all... however...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I want to know is if I'm doing too much?  Are you tired of seeing me?  Are my classes not as upbeat or exciting because I'm over doing it?  Is it starting to feel like "ground hog day?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so much studying to do for Combat, but I'm still wasting so much time on Facebook-- what is the infatuation with that site?  Do I NEED to know that you're cooking dinner, or watching sesame street, or shaving your legs?  Why am I so hooked?  Does that mean I need a life of my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-8562690524575749659?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8562690524575749659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=8562690524575749659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8562690524575749659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8562690524575749659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-much-is-too-much.html' title='How Much is Too Much?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZtfO7Bu0TI/AAAAAAAAAts/rdQVRm6sgEk/s72-c/Body+Combat+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-9067530563168952137</id><published>2009-02-13T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:47:21.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZW_1CsUKLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ylQZUHf2II0/s1600-h/spa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302355054275340466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZW_1CsUKLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ylQZUHf2II0/s400/spa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZW_1DYBG3I/AAAAAAAAAtU/lEcypAVzbAw/s1600-h/spa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302355054458641266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZW_1DYBG3I/AAAAAAAAAtU/lEcypAVzbAw/s400/spa+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no pictures of me this time, do you have any idea what you look like after a massage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after a THREE day weekend of NINE hour day training days for Body Combat, followed by a full week of aerobics work, and a few extra Body Pump classes I was due for a massage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I headed down to Jaquelin Morgans in Prince Frederick-- Shelby and Heather are the BOMBS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I am getting ready for the massage, they call me in the room tell me to undress and get under the sheet. Shelby, the lady doing my massage, says "underwear or not, your choice".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hummmm, what do I do? Now, I don't usually wear ANY, but going to a massage, I threw a pair on. So here is what I need to know, I didn't want to make HER uncomfortable by laying there with no underwear, but at the same time I didn't really want massage oil all over my Victoria Secrets, so..... dilemma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-9067530563168952137?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/9067530563168952137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=9067530563168952137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/9067530563168952137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/9067530563168952137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/underwear-etiquette.html' title='Underwear Etiquette'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZW_1CsUKLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ylQZUHf2II0/s72-c/spa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1908796455231581592</id><published>2009-02-12T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:53:43.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZSocBwW1JI/AAAAAAAAAtM/99GgiEGutzM/s1600-h/beer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302047860782978194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZSocBwW1JI/AAAAAAAAAtM/99GgiEGutzM/s400/beer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1908796455231581592?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1908796455231581592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1908796455231581592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1908796455231581592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1908796455231581592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-kids.html' title='Yeah Kids!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZSocBwW1JI/AAAAAAAAAtM/99GgiEGutzM/s72-c/beer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1498164069276782868</id><published>2009-02-11T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:46:02.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Launch Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at Keri Jo and Suzy, still smiling-- we must not have started yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We launched the newest LM Body Pump routine this morning at 9am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IQxh08I/AAAAAAAAAtE/eivqMPPpyC4/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301718767240336322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IQxh08I/AAAAAAAAAtE/eivqMPPpyC4/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was me, Niki, and Craig-- your superstar body pump instructors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a full class and LOTS of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IUAbV9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/ESUM18FHll8/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301718768108132306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IUAbV9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/ESUM18FHll8/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First we showed them all the HORRIBLE tricep push-ups, and you all stuck right to it! Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IDiV-PI/AAAAAAAAAs0/zTmdcD4ftSo/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301718763686983922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IDiV-PI/AAAAAAAAAs0/zTmdcD4ftSo/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Bicep track was ROCKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IMUqdWI/AAAAAAAAAss/doilhpv_3M4/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301718766045525346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IMUqdWI/AAAAAAAAAss/doilhpv_3M4/s400/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How many bottom halves did we have to do? UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IHGTW-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/ux00rlrU2yI/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301718764643113954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IHGTW-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/ux00rlrU2yI/s400/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just keep smiling, it will all be over soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN87biN9aI/AAAAAAAAAsc/9Y2prfRlTBc/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301718546790610338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN87biN9aI/AAAAAAAAAsc/9Y2prfRlTBc/s400/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FINALLY, my turn to talk, I had to be silent all that time... almost a miracle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunges, for me and man look at those smokin' hot legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN87K3whVI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HnVC_-khJl4/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301718542317552978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN87K3whVI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HnVC_-khJl4/s400/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did some 'front loaded' squats in the lunge track (You Saturday peeps, beware). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys look AMAZING! I'm so proud, almost brings a tear to my eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breath, Val, Breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN863f6qEI/AAAAAAAAAsM/E-TYoLLANUE/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301718537117280322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN863f6qEI/AAAAAAAAAsM/E-TYoLLANUE/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, back to Keri Jo and Suzy, and they don't look so sweet and nice now. How are those shoulders feeling girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN86iEl_BI/AAAAAAAAAsE/33QsDUmfW8c/s1600-h/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301718531365534738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN86iEl_BI/AAAAAAAAAsE/33QsDUmfW8c/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Niki are feeling the burn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I got to do it all again at 4pm today... Anyone feel sorry for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1498164069276782868?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1498164069276782868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1498164069276782868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1498164069276782868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1498164069276782868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-launch-pics.html' title='A Few Launch Pics'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZN9IQxh08I/AAAAAAAAAtE/eivqMPPpyC4/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-8092394588377374813</id><published>2009-02-10T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:38:25.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took my 4 year old to the gym tonight for my 4pm spin class.  After class I go to the kids club to get her and she runs up to me and says.."Mommy, I made something for you, it's your &lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/strong&gt; thing!!!".  She hands me this pink paper....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZIBInLujFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/YGqwEXVSWxQ/s1600-h/list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301300958837247058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZIBInLujFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/YGqwEXVSWxQ/s400/list.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I say to her, "It's beautiful, is it a Valentine card?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She answers me in her sweetest 4 year old voice and says, "No, its a grocery list!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, my favorite thing is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grocery list&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... how do you like them apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-8092394588377374813?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8092394588377374813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=8092394588377374813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8092394588377374813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8092394588377374813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZIBInLujFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/YGqwEXVSWxQ/s72-c/list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4989085332170509603</id><published>2009-02-09T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:21:27.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil and Water-- no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more oil and water for me-- it's kick ass and take names now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZBXyVhUbfI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ArC_np1yd_8/s1600-h/combat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300833283697044978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZBXyVhUbfI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ArC_np1yd_8/s400/combat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm smiling, but I'm thinking about all the pain I'm gonna bring down on my Combat attendees!  YOU ARE GONNA LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4989085332170509603?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4989085332170509603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4989085332170509603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4989085332170509603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4989085332170509603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/oil-and-water-no-more.html' title='Oil and Water-- no more'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SZBXyVhUbfI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ArC_np1yd_8/s72-c/combat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-8710661705713347871</id><published>2009-02-08T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:23:00.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning of day three and yea, we are all dying.  Did the Body Combat challenge last night, used the punching bags and I'm pretty sure I did jabs until my arm fell off-- I picked it up and put it back on and had to keep jabbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all very excited about Combat and bringing it to the gym, so watch out for us when we get back.  We are gonna be like the people that just recently got 'saved'.... all we're gonna talk about is COMBAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lisa B can't wait to see how your jab form looks when you feel like you have glass in your muscles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-8710661705713347871?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8710661705713347871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=8710661705713347871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8710661705713347871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8710661705713347871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/beware.html' title='Beware!!!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1728912255263819665</id><published>2009-02-07T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:14:22.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Combat Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yea, I'm hurtin'!  It's early in the morning, day two, I'm still sore from yesterday and my brain in full of combinations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SY4weuOq9iI/AAAAAAAAArs/yjsbBB0rDZc/s1600-h/two+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300227115825428002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SY4weuOq9iI/AAAAAAAAArs/yjsbBB0rDZc/s400/two+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a quick picture of our room.  We just finished the Combat routine for the second time- TODAY  and now we are practicing the things we need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SY4weVprb3I/AAAAAAAAArk/C5yUpg1RXTI/s1600-h/two+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300227109227818866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SY4weVprb3I/AAAAAAAAArk/C5yUpg1RXTI/s400/two+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, another LONG day of combat.  Punching, kicking, squats, lunges, yelling, training, hooking, uppercuts, jabs... (Need I go on?-- I think you get the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SY4wdtaRZNI/AAAAAAAAArc/54K_GGT1qp0/s1600-h/two+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300227098425779410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SY4wdtaRZNI/AAAAAAAAArc/54K_GGT1qp0/s400/two+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that doesn't end in O, however I was in need of some carbs... that's a baked ziti! (and a Corona-- It got cut out).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all so tired, we are just laughing at &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;... Have you ever been that tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SY4wc73ILdI/AAAAAAAAArU/46m-Tc4HfUc/s1600-h/two+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300227085125037522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SY4wc73ILdI/AAAAAAAAArU/46m-Tc4HfUc/s400/two+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here I am, laying in bed thinking about tomorrow and what I've got to present.  It's tough learning other peoples choreography.. poor me.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1728912255263819665?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1728912255263819665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1728912255263819665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1728912255263819665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1728912255263819665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/combat-day-2.html' title='Combat Day 2'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SY4weuOq9iI/AAAAAAAAArs/yjsbBB0rDZc/s72-c/two+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-3541167144936006923</id><published>2009-02-06T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:38:23.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Combat Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are on our way!  We met at the gym this morning at 5am!!!!  Yes, our first stop was Starbucks in Dunkirk-- they open at 430, just in case you need to know.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzP2rQoBI/AAAAAAAAArM/jcciFCgzmqU/s1600-h/CB+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878315208777746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzP2rQoBI/AAAAAAAAArM/jcciFCgzmqU/s400/CB+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are in the car on our way to training, feeling good, looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzP5SSnsI/AAAAAAAAArE/r_flVrueCEM/s1600-h/CB+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878315909357250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzP5SSnsI/AAAAAAAAArE/r_flVrueCEM/s400/CB+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me at 4pm, drinking a MUCH NEEDED red bull!  Yes, it's sugar free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzE9Nv5FI/AAAAAAAAAq8/00UAgWVqLQo/s1600-h/CB+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878127985484882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzE9Nv5FI/AAAAAAAAAq8/00UAgWVqLQo/s400/CB+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do these shorts make me look fat?  Ha Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzExHnLvI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-SzFqq7qfTE/s1600-h/CB+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878124738522866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzExHnLvI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-SzFqq7qfTE/s400/CB+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 847pm and Lisa is ordering us a pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzE0wsTVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/6FikRyWHZ1I/s1600-h/CB+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878125716131154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzE0wsTVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/6FikRyWHZ1I/s400/CB+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm studying with my red wine in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's that?  A knock at the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzEnvYKbI/AAAAAAAAAqk/1hgKmEi0RMs/s1600-h/CB+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878122220956082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzEnvYKbI/AAAAAAAAAqk/1hgKmEi0RMs/s400/CB+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH yes, thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzElo-fOI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hDYtXEZC5X4/s1600-h/CB+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878121657236706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzElo-fOI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hDYtXEZC5X4/s400/CB+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Kirsten and I sit and study and eat... it is now 937pm and we still have a few hours of work to do.  I hope you all know I'll be taking this out on you when I get back!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.  I did learn how to wrap my mittens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-3541167144936006923?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3541167144936006923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=3541167144936006923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3541167144936006923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3541167144936006923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/combat-day-1.html' title='Combat Day 1'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYzzP2rQoBI/AAAAAAAAArM/jcciFCgzmqU/s72-c/CB+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7810997820717421915</id><published>2009-02-03T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:39:00.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barbie and Ken Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYm2FRqvJgI/AAAAAAAAAqU/AJeC--7Dbyo/s1600-h/barbie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298966638336353794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYm2FRqvJgI/AAAAAAAAAqU/AJeC--7Dbyo/s400/barbie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYm2FdWm1WI/AAAAAAAAAqM/J8k0yL7AmXw/s1600-h/barbie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298966641473148258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYm2FdWm1WI/AAAAAAAAAqM/J8k0yL7AmXw/s400/barbie+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me catch some of you up to speed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was playing a kids game on line with my children (webkinz quizzy's corner) and we came to a question about Barbie. We answered the question and then we received a fun fact that said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barbie used to date Ken, but they broke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What? When did they break up? I never saw this in my people magazine subscription!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I've told several people about this and here is what I've heard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, they broke up-- they have a divorced barbie now-- she comes with all of Kens stuff!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What? Ken didn't HAVE anything! It was the Barbie dream house, the Barbie corvette? What did Ken even HAVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've heard that Ken had a car. I've heard that Ken had a horse, but Barbie has the horse and the stable now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I cannot believe this? Didn't Barbie JUST get a belly button like 10 years ago? I remember the huge deal it was-- on the news and everything, but the break-up? I never heard a word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've also heard that Barbie had a baby-- there was a pregnant barbie and her belly popped off and there was a baby inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OK, that just sounds creepy-- I hope they took &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; off the market!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a link I found about Ken and a make-over to win back Barbie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=1303775n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I cannot wait to hear about what you know about the Barbie and Ken saga....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a side note, I never heard anything about G.I. Joe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7810997820717421915?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7810997820717421915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7810997820717421915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7810997820717421915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7810997820717421915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/barbie-and-ken-saga.html' title='The Barbie and Ken Saga'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYm2FRqvJgI/AAAAAAAAAqU/AJeC--7Dbyo/s72-c/barbie+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4121128619246588745</id><published>2009-02-03T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:44:35.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess they will put anything on a bumper sticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYjIbfHwCgI/AAAAAAAAAqE/L29hXn_fSzY/s1600-h/sticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298705336137419266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYjIbfHwCgI/AAAAAAAAAqE/L29hXn_fSzY/s400/sticker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And someone will put it on their car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, my friend sent this to me and I hope they didn't get it from a car in Calvert County!  I mean, really?!?  Who has this on their car and can confidently drive down the street?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also have to wonder if this excuse works on the cops? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone know?  Anyone seen worse bumper stickers?  I've got to know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4121128619246588745?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4121128619246588745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4121128619246588745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4121128619246588745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4121128619246588745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-guess-they-will-put-anything-on.html' title='I guess they will put anything on a bumper sticker'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYjIbfHwCgI/AAAAAAAAAqE/L29hXn_fSzY/s72-c/sticker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-3115754630105904679</id><published>2009-01-29T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:40:35.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Combat (Oil and Water?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many of you may know that I am about to venture to training next weekend for a class called Body Combat.  If you haven't checked it out yet, you can click on the link of my previous post or go to the Les Mills Website and check it out (&lt;a href="http://www.lesmills.com/"&gt;www.lesmills.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, so today I was out and I picked up the hand wraps I need for the class.  I was told these are important because it helps the trainer to see if your hands are correct and your knuckles are striking the target correctly.  It also makes you "Feel" like a fighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny thing is... as if you didn't know this was going to be funny...  They don't come with instructions... I mean, how hard can it be?  Just wrap it around your hand, right?  Um, no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9IlQiO8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/OcP3v9ovvhA/s1600-h/WR+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296863329390836674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9IlQiO8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/OcP3v9ovvhA/s400/WR+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not trained in the art of Combat just yet, but I'm pretty sure the Everlast name shouldn't be on the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9Iab3xuI/AAAAAAAAAp0/aCzHCWoIp-c/s1600-h/WR+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296863326485595874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9Iab3xuI/AAAAAAAAAp0/aCzHCWoIp-c/s400/WR+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't think it should gap like this either.  I feel like an idiot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if all else fails find someone to find directions... (thanks T)&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to &lt;a href="http://www.ringside.com/"&gt;www.ringside.com&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9IPArB8I/AAAAAAAAAps/1elsidniclw/s1600-h/WR3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296863323418724290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9IPArB8I/AAAAAAAAAps/1elsidniclw/s400/WR3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And look at me, 4 steps later and I'm actually feeling pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9IK7soXI/AAAAAAAAApk/jbsz9NdvEFk/s1600-h/WR+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296863322324115826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9IK7soXI/AAAAAAAAApk/jbsz9NdvEFk/s400/WR+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's where the Everlast goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9HyLW58I/AAAAAAAAApc/8Ej-CRLQFEI/s1600-h/WR+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296863315678914498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9HyLW58I/AAAAAAAAApc/8Ej-CRLQFEI/s400/WR+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see that fist?  I am one bad ass Combat ready girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I still feel alittle stupid, but maybe I will grow into them! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-3115754630105904679?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3115754630105904679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=3115754630105904679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3115754630105904679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3115754630105904679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-combat-oil-and-water.html' title='Me and Combat (Oil and Water?)'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYI9IlQiO8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/OcP3v9ovvhA/s72-c/WR+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4505041676369155645</id><published>2009-01-28T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:24:00.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shhhh!  I got to sleep in alittle today-- I got to enjoy my cup of coffee in peace!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYDNdPkJ0zI/AAAAAAAAApU/acyNEMxqsc4/s1600-h/SD+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296459064065774386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYDNdPkJ0zI/AAAAAAAAApU/acyNEMxqsc4/s400/SD+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once she woke up she was ON THE MOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYDNc43fZaI/AAAAAAAAApM/7_JxYDVREWM/s1600-h/SD+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296459057972864418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYDNc43fZaI/AAAAAAAAApM/7_JxYDVREWM/s400/SD+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My older two didn't want anything to do with the freezing cold, so it was just Sydney and Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYDNc_KHRZI/AAAAAAAAApE/8OAbP4gQu0o/s1600-h/SD+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296459059661587858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYDNc_KHRZI/AAAAAAAAApE/8OAbP4gQu0o/s400/SD+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While she was busy playing in the snow I was busy with my tricep and bicep workout of scraping 2 inches of ice off the front of my van so I could get the heck out of here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYDNcx-GVhI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3uImi2BS1dI/s1600-h/SD+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296459056121533970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYDNcx-GVhI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3uImi2BS1dI/s400/SD+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And after a good 45-mins of scraping I was able to uncover one of my buried wipers only to find the rubber had come off.... Just my luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK kids-- hop in the car we're going to Advanced Auto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4505041676369155645?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4505041676369155645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4505041676369155645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4505041676369155645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4505041676369155645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SYDNdPkJ0zI/AAAAAAAAApU/acyNEMxqsc4/s72-c/SD+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-6690100851357085669</id><published>2009-01-28T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:44:54.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next weekends training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm headed out of town next weekend for a tough training course in order to bring a new program to World Gym.  What to see a sneak peak of our new class called COMBAT?  Click the link and let me know what you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/488911ff5e784fa6/49809af6f1841e28/48c88ccc80ced15e/69198214/fav_class/bc/lang/en/country/world/-storeInPid/true"&gt;http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/488911ff5e784fa6/49809af6f1841e28/48c88ccc80ced15e/69198214/fav_class/bc/lang/en/country/world/-storeInPid/true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-6690100851357085669?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6690100851357085669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=6690100851357085669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/6690100851357085669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/6690100851357085669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-weekends-training.html' title='Next weekends training'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7962955192035008021</id><published>2009-01-28T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:18:26.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>touch and go</title><content type='html'>Well, it was on the fence this morning about m 930am spin, but all morning classes were cancelled.  I plan to teach Body Pump at 4pm today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7962955192035008021?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7962955192035008021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7962955192035008021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7962955192035008021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7962955192035008021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/touch-and-go.html' title='touch and go'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-404942699273687363</id><published>2009-01-27T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:51:21.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you and I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX8tBPFUlDI/AAAAAAAAAoU/asYhad96DcM/s1600-h/snow_road-winter_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296001186062963762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX8tBPFUlDI/AAAAAAAAAoU/asYhad96DcM/s400/snow_road-winter_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK Guys, Thank you to all of you who braved the snow and came out for bootcamp this morning-- I had a great time and I hope you had a great workout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry, but our evening classes have been cancelled for tonight, so no 4pm spin.  Keep checking my site for updates on classes tomorrow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thespinchick.com/"&gt;www.thespinchick.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(click on the "schedule of classes" tab at the top of the page)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay warm, but not too much comfort food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-404942699273687363?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/404942699273687363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=404942699273687363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/404942699273687363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/404942699273687363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-and-im-sorry.html' title='Thank you and I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX8tBPFUlDI/AAAAAAAAAoU/asYhad96DcM/s72-c/snow_road-winter_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5528822576531471419</id><published>2009-01-26T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:09:06.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Squat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A proper squat done in a body pump class...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4K9vTeomI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Gd5xVeOtWlo/s1600-h/tiffBP_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295682267620745826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4K9vTeomI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Gd5xVeOtWlo/s400/tiffBP_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heels are slightly wider than hips and toes are turned out just a bit.  Elbows under shoulders, bar on the meaty part of your back.  Abs tight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yes, I'm still freezing and my photographer extraordinaire kept making me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4K9TNHW_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/P4mOK041GRE/s1600-h/tiffBP_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295682260077861874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4K9TNHW_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/P4mOK041GRE/s400/tiffBP_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Try not to bend forward while squatting down, this puts a strain on your lower back.  Your bar should be moving straight up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4K9KHhL7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/VaIBxCo7g1M/s1600-h/tiffBP_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295682257638469554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4K9KHhL7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/VaIBxCo7g1M/s400/tiffBP_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's better, keeping your chest lifted and pushing your butt back and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4KzlF3ggI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qkdmi0IDa5w/s1600-h/tiffBP_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295682093080609282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4KzlF3ggI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qkdmi0IDa5w/s400/tiffBP_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the top of the squat, it shows the bar on the meaty part of your upper back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nice leg profile there if I do say so myself)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4KzQCG5QI/AAAAAAAAAnk/04oANsTy91U/s1600-h/tiffBP_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295682087427695874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4KzQCG5QI/AAAAAAAAAnk/04oANsTy91U/s400/tiffBP_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture shows the low position of your squat.  You should never go lower than 90 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yeah, I was already getting tired of holding the bar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4KzMSzKNI/AAAAAAAAAnc/14fnmvgHYGE/s1600-h/tiffBP_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295682086423963858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4KzMSzKNI/AAAAAAAAAnc/14fnmvgHYGE/s400/tiffBP_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is TOO low for a squat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I cut my head out-- I didn't have a very cute look on my face-- I was having MVA flashbacks!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4Ky7cM1-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/IpSVasYtHhA/s1600-h/tiffBP_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295682081899993058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4Ky7cM1-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/IpSVasYtHhA/s400/tiffBP_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last photo just reminds you how far apart your feet should be.  Remember, slightly wider than hips, toes turned out a tad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wow, I really need some new tennis shoes-- anyone know of some good ones?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my serious note, we push through our squat track very quickly in class, bottom half pulses produce alot of burn in our upper legs.  Keeping the bar, upper back, and abs in proper form will give us the BEST results and burn the most calories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5528822576531471419?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5528822576531471419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5528822576531471419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5528822576531471419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5528822576531471419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/squat.html' title='The Squat!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SX4K9vTeomI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Gd5xVeOtWlo/s72-c/tiffBP_014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-2609333575996716060</id><published>2009-01-24T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:26:26.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Position for Body Pump Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proper Set Stance position for a Body Pump class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTmwMoBbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ggBjWaRVNYY/s1600-h/tiffBP_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988080886318514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTmwMoBbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ggBjWaRVNYY/s400/tiffBP_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heels under hips, knees are soft, shoulders are lifted, and shoulders blades pinched together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(notice my lack of smile above?  It was REALLY cold in the GE room Friday morning-- like 58 degrees)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTjtreBfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/hwJayJ589Sw/s1600-h/tiffBP_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988028670772722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTjtreBfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/hwJayJ589Sw/s400/tiffBP_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the side profile, chin is slightly tucked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just look at that tricep!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTjhCDIhI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0GkfBsYMEos/s1600-h/tiffBP_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988025275818514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTjhCDIhI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0GkfBsYMEos/s400/tiffBP_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try not to hunch shoulders forward, this causes alot of strain in the upper back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(oh yea, that's a cute picture)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTjf6GDmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/DSXwUM7EE_0/s1600-h/tiffBP_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988024974020194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTjf6GDmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/DSXwUM7EE_0/s400/tiffBP_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Squeezing your shoulder blades together gets you set up to start your Body Pump class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That's better-- see how happy I am now?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTjI-n5gI/AAAAAAAAAms/Z-hmpQdTH4M/s1600-h/tiffBP_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988018818999810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTjI-n5gI/AAAAAAAAAms/Z-hmpQdTH4M/s400/tiffBP_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, from the side-- try not to roll or round your shoulders forward.  Keep your abs in tight and shoulders lifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(that's how I look after eating at the Japanese steak house!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTiwQg0lI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KutcI2WWmSI/s1600-h/tiffBP_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988012183147090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTiwQg0lI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KutcI2WWmSI/s400/tiffBP_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perfect set stance is how we start almost every standing track in a Body Pump class.  Practicing good technique can help us get stronger!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(on a serious note, proper technique is important and helps reduce injuries in our quick moving and very intense classes-- see you soon!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-2609333575996716060?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2609333575996716060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=2609333575996716060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2609333575996716060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2609333575996716060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/set-position-for-body-pump-class.html' title='Set Position for Body Pump Class'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXuTmwMoBbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ggBjWaRVNYY/s72-c/tiffBP_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-8835659887575106841</id><published>2009-01-22T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:30:18.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th times the charm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after &lt;strong&gt;MANY&lt;/strong&gt; attempts to get my Maryland license, I arrive at the &lt;strong&gt;ANNAPOLIS MVA&lt;/strong&gt; at 9am this morning with my passport, social security card, and two pieces of mail &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; to find out that I cannot have my mail sent to a Post Office box-- I have to have a physical address!  Needless to say I was &lt;strong&gt;FUMING&lt;/strong&gt; when I left.  I went to the mall to my Navy Federal Bank and changed my address and printed a bank statement and headed &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; to the MVA-- &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, I get through to sit and wait for my number to be called.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I mean really-- an illegal alien can get a drivers license easier than I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXiO-eKJB8I/AAAAAAAAAmU/EqfBHPR3HNE/s1600-h/MVA+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294138565872650178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXiO-eKJB8I/AAAAAAAAAmU/EqfBHPR3HNE/s400/MVA+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I go in, take my eye &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;test and as I'm pressing my forehead against the eye test, I'm thinking that I'm going to have a red mark on my forehead for my photo--  I'm already upset, so I'm going to be frazzled looking too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than comes the bill-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$90.00!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  It's $45.00 for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; class you have on your license.  Of course I ride a motorcycle too, so that makes 90 bucks!  So, let's recap-- frazzled, stressed, pissed, red mark on forehead, and now mad that I have to pay 90 dollars for all this-- oh yea, my photo's gonna be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXiO-SlWATI/AAAAAAAAAmM/9hMtSJlqGAQ/s1600-h/MVA+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294138562765521202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXiO-SlWATI/AAAAAAAAAmM/9hMtSJlqGAQ/s400/MVA+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, finally-- here it is!  I am officially a Maryland resident with a Maryland license and I am legal to drive again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXiO90btPOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/aCLFgGn6ESc/s1600-h/MVA+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294138554672037090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXiO90btPOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/aCLFgGn6ESc/s400/MVA+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-8835659887575106841?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8835659887575106841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=8835659887575106841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8835659887575106841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8835659887575106841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/4th-times-charm.html' title='4th times the charm?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXiO-eKJB8I/AAAAAAAAAmU/EqfBHPR3HNE/s72-c/MVA+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-6843433377254716870</id><published>2009-01-21T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:36:22.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the White Sheep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, so my dad gets the Nintendo Wii for Christmas, along with the Guitar Hero game.  For those of you who don't know-- it's a virtual game you play with little guitars.  You get the option of choosing your charterer on the game.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXe-PxmJQsI/AAAAAAAAAl8/DvJWiV-WjIQ/s1600-h/hero+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293909065217950402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXe-PxmJQsI/AAAAAAAAAl8/DvJWiV-WjIQ/s400/hero+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Children and I walk into the house the other night, and my parents are the couch-- each with a guitar in hand playing the game.  At first I laugh, than I look at the screen and see this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXe-Pi8gBQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_wMPwWWpHLo/s1600-h/hero+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293909061285184770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXe-Pi8gBQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_wMPwWWpHLo/s400/hero+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I said "Mom, is that you?!?"  She laughs and says "yes".  I I I can't believe this!  My 57 year old mother has chosen this leathered, tattooed, half dressed woman as her charterer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXe-PCpg3SI/AAAAAAAAAls/Rz-pcBAxXrY/s1600-h/hero+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293909052615613730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXe-PCpg3SI/AAAAAAAAAls/Rz-pcBAxXrY/s400/hero+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is strumming away, and i see the top of her thong coming out of the top of her pants!  I said "Mom, your thong is hanging out!!!"  She says "I know, that's how I win-- your dad looks at my butt and misses his beat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT?!?  EWWWW!  Did I need to hear this?  I mean, I am scared for life now-- and my poor children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXe-OpoptfI/AAAAAAAAAlk/0lEz_M2xWPk/s1600-h/hero+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293909045901112818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXe-OpoptfI/AAAAAAAAAlk/0lEz_M2xWPk/s400/hero+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm planning to show these photos to my shrink and hope she gives me a discount on my next session!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say guys-- these are the seeds that sewed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-6843433377254716870?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6843433377254716870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=6843433377254716870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/6843433377254716870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/6843433377254716870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-white-sheep.html' title='I&apos;m the White Sheep!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXe-PxmJQsI/AAAAAAAAAl8/DvJWiV-WjIQ/s72-c/hero+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5596449261340999645</id><published>2009-01-19T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:44:11.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXTmCl99K6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/6lLpAUbWepQ/s1600-h/Z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293108394293275554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXTmCl99K6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/6lLpAUbWepQ/s400/Z1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXTmCnSkR4I/AAAAAAAAAlU/RYk7fu2seTU/s1600-h/Z2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293108394648160130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXTmCnSkR4I/AAAAAAAAAlU/RYk7fu2seTU/s400/Z2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXTc3pxN1CI/AAAAAAAAAlM/IQSDUwT-kTA/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As most of you know by now, my license is expired. I've been to the MVA &lt;strong&gt;TWICE&lt;/strong&gt; and have yet to renew. The MVA is also closed today for MLK and tomorrow for inauguration day, so no chance of getting my new one until Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What some of you don't know is that my van tags are ALSO expired.. it's a long story, but the van is in my ex-husbands name and the stickers have not arrived. They have been ordered and paid for, but I guess the postmen is &lt;em&gt;WALKING&lt;/em&gt; them from Florida to Maryland (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if you happen to see a postmen hitchhiking on 95, please pick him up).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I was parked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;innocently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Starbucks this morning and I get stopped by a police officer. I assume he saw me pull in and noticed I had only a front tag, ran my FL tag and found it to be EXPIRED. Well, if that's not bad enough, he asks for my license which is ALSO expired! Yep, all this BEFORE I had my Starbucks coffee--- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm thinking we are all lucky there were no casualties-- I mean, I don't even speak to people before coffee in the morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it must have been my day because I got off with a $60.00 expired tag ticket and a warning on my expired license. What a morning!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't gotten pulled over in YEARS!!!! Of course, as soon as all my stuff expires, here is Maryland's Finest-- oh well, I'm glad he didn't give me both tickets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and my coffee and oatmeal were perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5596449261340999645?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5596449261340999645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5596449261340999645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5596449261340999645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5596449261340999645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-my-luck.html' title='Just my luck!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXTmCl99K6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/6lLpAUbWepQ/s72-c/Z1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4704706942918193533</id><published>2009-01-18T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:23:06.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Food</title><content type='html'>Our Prince Frederick Super Supers has put together a bundle for your Superbowl party!  The thing I like most about Super Supers food, is it's all home made to order and you can pick and choose items, or spices to be added or deleted from the recipe to suit your needs.  They have all the nutritional value listed on the food for those of us who count calories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have a crowd coming for the game and don't know what to serve? Need to take something to a Super Bowl party? We have your solution! Check out our assortment of appetizers, soups, chili's and desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superbowl Bundle Pack:&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Caviar  &lt;br /&gt;Cranberry BBQ Meatballs&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Chicken Braided Bread&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo Chicken Dip&lt;br /&gt;Beef and Cheddar rolls&lt;br /&gt;Serves approximately 10.Bundle Price: $ 50.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place you order by January 26th to ensure availability. You may order online &lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1102406828280&amp;amp;e=001a_tY4NXPg2EnRJuCquP2UkFw_KKQlreHc3kwXy0er8lnF0-zeHnKwNDjQCiogER1hwRGEGjmAC1zxhL1rKdfmQpg7t1JC8J0gRzowCYggjEB--9r9_XJ4Q==" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.supersuppers.com&lt;/a&gt; , by email &lt;a href="http://us.mc1114.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=princefrederick@supersuppers.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" ymailto="mailto:princefrederick@supersuppers.com"&gt;princefrederick@supersuppers.com&lt;/a&gt; or by phone 410-535-6004. Please prepay at time of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Super Suppers Prince Frederick Super Suppers 410-535-6004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.mc1114.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=princefrederick@supersuppers.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" ymailto="mailto:princefrederick@supersuppers.com"&gt;princefrederick@supersuppers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1102406828280&amp;amp;e=001a_tY4NXPg2EnRJuCquP2UkFw_KKQlreHc3kwXy0er8lnF0-zeHnKwNDjQCiogER1hwRGEGjmAC1zxhL1rKdfmQpg7t1JC8J0gRzowCYggjEB--9r9_XJ4Q==" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.supersuppers.com&lt;/a&gt; choose Prince Fredercik as your location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are located across from Safeway, next to KFC, betweem Houligans and La Tolteca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell them the spinchick sent you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4704706942918193533?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4704706942918193533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4704706942918193533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4704706942918193533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4704706942918193533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/superbowl-food.html' title='Superbowl Food'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7722005784305882003</id><published>2009-01-17T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:32:10.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXIxpGi6hAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/G6m-Kg0k57c/s1600-h/flo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292347094315205634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXIxpGi6hAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/G6m-Kg0k57c/s400/flo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know you've all seen the commercials, but the more I watch them the more I laugh and the more she "Flo" reminds me of ME!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's annoying, yet funny- she knows her stuff, but can laugh at herself-- with her cool tricked out name tag to telling Santa she loves cashmere socks, to the latest commercial where she writes her own "noise maker" music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXIxo5n91tI/AAAAAAAAAk8/iTs7m_2GSOo/s1600-h/flo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292347090846734034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXIxo5n91tI/AAAAAAAAAk8/iTs7m_2GSOo/s400/flo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next time you see Flo doing her Progressive commercial-- see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she reminds you of anyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7722005784305882003?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7722005784305882003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7722005784305882003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7722005784305882003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7722005784305882003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-funny.html' title='She&apos;s Funny!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXIxpGi6hAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/G6m-Kg0k57c/s72-c/flo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-2886850148469977156</id><published>2009-01-16T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:07:22.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Florida out of the Girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I realized that it is freezing outside, but I just had to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXESoFW-EAI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4D8rI0vHVPQ/s1600-h/toes+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292031516979630082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXESoFW-EAI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4D8rI0vHVPQ/s400/toes+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you may not see my toes during the winter, and it was way to cold to walk around outside today with just flip flops on.  In fact, I went to Safeway in my sweatsuit and flip flops-- people did look at me funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXESn_FdGAI/AAAAAAAAAks/33hAc5XFd08/s1600-h/toes+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292031515295553538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXESn_FdGAI/AAAAAAAAAks/33hAc5XFd08/s400/toes+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but look at how cute they look...  SO much better, I guess you can take the girl out of Florida, but you can't take Florida out of the girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXESnvDfjVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vzrhH6_bXGI/s1600-h/toes+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292031510992358738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXESnvDfjVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vzrhH6_bXGI/s400/toes+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and yea-- that's the same lady from the nail clippings in the cleavage post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-2886850148469977156?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2886850148469977156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=2886850148469977156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2886850148469977156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2886850148469977156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/florida-out-of-girl.html' title='The Florida out of the Girl?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SXESoFW-EAI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4D8rI0vHVPQ/s72-c/toes+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7835504158288813702</id><published>2009-01-15T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:22:53.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mothers love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SW-MG5n2rZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6RHyAAjgpCw/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602137358708114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SW-MG5n2rZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6RHyAAjgpCw/s400/cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my child gets a wonderful cupcake maker for Christmas.  Most of you know that my birthday was this past Monday, so my child decides to make me a birthday cupcake....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I finish out this story, I want to publicly apologize to my parents for making them eat all the cakes and cookies I used to make for them with my easy bake oven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, there is nothing even close to the taste of a cupcake that you can make in the microwave in 15-seconds.  My daughter mixed the batter, put this "dough" into a cupcake paper and nuked it for 15 seconds.  Than, she adds water to this gritty powder and mixes that and calls in icing.  She pushes the icing through a tube onto the top of this so called cupcake and presents it to me singing "happy birthday"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize this all sounds nice and sweet, but YOU didn't have to EAT the darn thing, and smile and swallow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, let me know when its your birthday and I will have her make one special-- just for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7835504158288813702?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7835504158288813702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7835504158288813702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7835504158288813702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7835504158288813702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/mothers-love.html' title='A mothers love...'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SW-MG5n2rZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6RHyAAjgpCw/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7085007624308254894</id><published>2009-01-13T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:03:42.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The MVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWzjL0SPfpI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7gGERPAUxe4/s1600-h/MVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853454406712978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWzjL0SPfpI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7gGERPAUxe4/s400/MVA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so here is the bottom half of my Florida drivers license-- I had to cut it off so my DL number wouldn't be out in cyber world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell in this picture that my license expires on Jan 12, 2009-- that was yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday I went to the MVA in Calvert county.  Parked pretty far away from the court house annex.  Walked to the door, only to see the sign that says, no cell phones.  I walked back to the car, put my cell inside, than back to the annex.  I entered the first set of doors and see another sign that says the drivers license office is only open Mon-Wed....  OK... I guess I'll be spending my birthday at the MVA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go to the MVA office yesterday-- without my cell phone, &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; I will be taking a quick eye test and turning over my sunshine state license for a Maryland one, but nooooooooo!  It can't possibly be that easy right?  Because I am from another state I have to have proff of residency here-- like an electric bill, &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; two forms of ID-- one of which can be a social security card.  Needless to say, I didn't have a bill or a second form of ID with me.  That pretty much means I am currently driving on an expired license until I can locate my passport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this much trouble, I can't even imagine what my Russian sister-in-law had to go through to get a drivers license here.  At this rate, I'm thinking it will be faster to hop a Southwest flight to Florida and back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7085007624308254894?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7085007624308254894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7085007624308254894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7085007624308254894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7085007624308254894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/mva.html' title='The MVA'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWzjL0SPfpI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7gGERPAUxe4/s72-c/MVA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-2419884538502813721</id><published>2009-01-10T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:08:46.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wipeout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This show on abc cracks me up.  Contestants have to go through an obstacle course and one at a time they are eliminated until there is only 1 standing.  First off, they have to stand on a pedestal, in a sack and jump over a fast moving pole...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWkpBzwPnSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xh18_JDtkWY/s1600-h/wipeout+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289804348372524322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWkpBzwPnSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xh18_JDtkWY/s320/wipeout+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each time around the pole gets higher and faster-- that is waist high there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this even more funny-- there are commentaries that show instant replays of people falling... over and over and over... it's hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWkpBmVwJLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/f2_qWkteUg4/s1600-h/wipeout+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289804344771749042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWkpBmVwJLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/f2_qWkteUg4/s320/wipeout+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IF they make it past that, they go onto something called the "dreadmill".  It's a belt moving at 15 miles per hour.  They have to run, pass through three doors, and avoid tennis balls.  IF they fall, they get tossed backwards into a pit of FLOUR-- so their face is all covered in white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWko_gCKarI/AAAAAAAAAj0/viiE6CKUfI0/s1600-h/wipeout+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289804308719233714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWko_gCKarI/AAAAAAAAAj0/viiE6CKUfI0/s320/wipeout+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final 4 go through a huge course, of whipped cream slides, barrel jumping, they get soaked and have to jump onto a fast moving spin wheel, it is so so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWko_oYXJXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4KxQV6NVVFM/s1600-h/wipeout+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289804310959826290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWko_oYXJXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4KxQV6NVVFM/s320/wipeout+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course the best part is when you get to see the instant replay of them wiping out over and over again! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWko_SvnojI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZFq82GuFDdU/s1600-h/wipeout+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289804305151795762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWko_SvnojI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZFq82GuFDdU/s320/wipeout+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the flour on his face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-2419884538502813721?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2419884538502813721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=2419884538502813721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2419884538502813721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2419884538502813721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/wipeout.html' title='Wipeout!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWkpBzwPnSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xh18_JDtkWY/s72-c/wipeout+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-3001233440459521557</id><published>2009-01-08T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:03:57.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your World Gym Trainers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a trainers meeting in the Owings location today. All the trainers get together to learn new things, discuss problems, and get questions answered by the big man himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEo-PkjaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vXQAML5Ju8o/s1600-h/meeting+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289060651831168418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEo-PkjaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vXQAML5Ju8o/s320/meeting+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we all are above, listening intently as our future is discussed. That sure is alot of red and black!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEor-4DNI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6oncB-l_n9M/s1600-h/meeting+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289060646929304786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEor-4DNI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6oncB-l_n9M/s320/meeting+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that's JP addressing us all, telling us how well we are doing, where we are slacking, and what the new policies are for our new year. AND THAN..... He tells us he has ordered lunch for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEhrXwZlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/eBLHHeBiNKk/s1600-h/meeting+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289060526506141266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEhrXwZlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/eBLHHeBiNKk/s320/meeting+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right, he has ordered PIZZA-- right there in the gym-- FIVE LARGE PIZZA'S to be exact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEhSsvFyI/AAAAAAAAAjE/9VaPsOatbHU/s1600-h/meeting+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289060519883249442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEhSsvFyI/AAAAAAAAAjE/9VaPsOatbHU/s320/meeting+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't see any veggies on this pizza....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEhOp0gfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AY81Jn3dZXo/s1600-h/meeting+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289060518797279730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEhOp0gfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AY81Jn3dZXo/s320/meeting+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is one of your trainer extraordinaire chowing down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEg1WpRnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1dPpJTXkw5s/s1600-h/meeting+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289060512005965426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEg1WpRnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1dPpJTXkw5s/s320/meeting+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got a sweet tooth? Don't worry-- we've got chocolate chip cookies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever heard the saying "Do as I say, not as I do?" I think that is one to be followed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEgntmKyI/AAAAAAAAAis/iDJR9Vr3Sp8/s1600-h/Meeting+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289060508344134434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEgntmKyI/AAAAAAAAAis/iDJR9Vr3Sp8/s320/Meeting+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is what's left from Holloways plate-- two crusts and an empty amp can-- is that Amp sugar free?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! Now you know I'm not the ONLY one that eats bad.... At least I don't do it right out in the open in the middle of the gym floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-3001233440459521557?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3001233440459521557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=3001233440459521557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3001233440459521557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3001233440459521557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-world-gym-trainers.html' title='Your World Gym Trainers'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SWaEo-PkjaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vXQAML5Ju8o/s72-c/meeting+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4173685007184012522</id><published>2009-01-08T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:22:49.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Many of you have asked me, so here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I plan to be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says "oh crap, she's up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4173685007184012522?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4173685007184012522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4173685007184012522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4173685007184012522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4173685007184012522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-years-resolution.html' title='My New Years Resolution'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5263999058236403758</id><published>2009-01-07T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:58:04.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Wipers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm getting sick of all this rain, I just have to rant about it for a moment.  As most of you know, I drive a Nissan Mini-van...  It's the top of the line Nissan van.. it has ALL the bells and whistles!  That means that I have about 87 speed choices on my wiper system and NONE of them are EVER the correct speed.  Too fast, too slow-- how can that even be?!?  I've even tried adjusting the speed of my van to get the right consistency.... its infuriating!  Even the times that I DO get it &lt;em&gt;just about&lt;/em&gt; right, I will be stopped by a traffic signal and all the people around me will have the wipers set at a good speed and mine look like they are going 90 miles an hour-- like I'm afraid to have even 1 drop of rain on my windshield....  UGH!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please tell me that I'm not the only 1 with this problem.  Is there anyway to get 'rain censored' wipers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5263999058236403758?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5263999058236403758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5263999058236403758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5263999058236403758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5263999058236403758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-wipers.html' title='Damn Wipers!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1544715700417154462</id><published>2009-01-05T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:28:08.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do they come from?</title><content type='html'>Over the last several days, I've over heard, or said one or more of these strange sayings.  I had to stop and think about where they actually came from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spitting image&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...  Hum.... again, this doesn't sound like a compliment to me... I mean, spit?  All I can think of is the sound of someone &lt;em&gt;hocking&lt;/em&gt; up a spit ball...  Gee, your child is the spitting image of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shit eating grin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... What kind of person eats shit?  And than has a special grin about it?  What kind of a face must you be making in order to HAVE a shit eating grin?  57 squats just because you have a shit eating grin on your face!  OR Wipe that shit eating grin off your face...  That doesn't even sound sanitary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;More than you can wave a stick at&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; OK, what?!?  Who started this?  Is there a certain number that you CAN wave a stick at?  There were more people in that spin class than you can wave a stick at?  I need to know so I don't try waving a stick when the limit has been met!  Let's see, for me that number is ZERO... I don't want to go in waving sticks around...  Who started that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1544715700417154462?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1544715700417154462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1544715700417154462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1544715700417154462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1544715700417154462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-do-they-come-from.html' title='Where do they come from?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5809420738252014066</id><published>2009-01-01T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:38:58.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Gym Workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not sure I &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; want to go down this road, but this was too funny to pass up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.easycurves.com/?gclid=CL-RtsPI7pcCFQMnGgodohebDg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.easycurves.com/?gclid=CL-RtsPI7pcCFQMnGgodohebDg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't WAIT to hear your comments on this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5809420738252014066?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5809420738252014066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5809420738252014066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5809420738252014066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5809420738252014066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-gym-workout.html' title='New Gym Workout'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-8065509018278873426</id><published>2008-12-31T16:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:24:39.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan?  Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVwL4FnsXWI/AAAAAAAAAik/mTi8fPVcVvY/s1600-h/capt_a38bef65e9aa4b11b88c6432f1627afa_dick_clark_nyet614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286113120835362146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVwL4FnsXWI/AAAAAAAAAik/mTi8fPVcVvY/s400/capt_a38bef65e9aa4b11b88c6432f1627afa_dick_clark_nyet614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I relax in my PJs trying to get the kiddos settled down for the night-- hey, this sounds like the night before Christmas poem...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I am looking on-line to see what the New Year TV line up will be and I see that Dick Clark will once again be rocking in the New Year!  I'm excited to hear this (I'm sure he won't be playing ba donk a donk), even though I liked Regis in '04!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After reading more about this, I see that this will be Dicks last Rocking Year and they are thinking of replacing him with RYAN SEACREST!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I prefer to see a smooth, older, distinguished host preferable in the music business....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MSNBC: &lt;em&gt;The torch hasn't been passed yet, but Seacrest has his hand out. He's been added to the title of Clark's annual New Year's Eve special, making it &lt;strong&gt;official&lt;/strong&gt; that he'll take over as host when Clark steps down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what do I watch now?  Teli Tequila?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-8065509018278873426?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8065509018278873426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=8065509018278873426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8065509018278873426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8065509018278873426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/ryan-really.html' title='Ryan?  Really?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVwL4FnsXWI/AAAAAAAAAik/mTi8fPVcVvY/s72-c/capt_a38bef65e9aa4b11b88c6432f1627afa_dick_clark_nyet614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-2053248645292216490</id><published>2008-12-30T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:49:19.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Music and Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure you are all aware that I don't care for country music.  It's not that I think it's bad, but I prefer other types of music-- I like my 80s and my 70s.  I've always said I should have been a teenager in the 70s! (I've heard it was fun).  Anyway, my point is this... I was out over the weekend and this country song came on over the speakers of the bar....  Here were the lyrics.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honky Tonk, Ba Donk a Donk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Is that a compliment?  I'm not so sure I would want someone talking about my &lt;em&gt;Ba Donk a Donk&lt;/em&gt;?  Than he goes on to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Wee&lt;/em&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; that's an actual lyric in this song-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Wee?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm not ever sure I've even spelled it correctly...  THAN it says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slap your grandma&lt;/em&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; OK, I've heard enough-- And just than he uses the word &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;britches!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I mean, britches?  Who uses that word?  I just don't understand HOW a singer/song writer can walk into the music company with THOSE lyrics and get a record deal.... I think I may have to write my own song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. Kathleen-- I missed you in spin tonight- Sorry I haven't blogged much lately-- there were NO frozen jogs, just for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-2053248645292216490?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2053248645292216490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=2053248645292216490' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2053248645292216490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2053248645292216490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/country-music-and-me.html' title='Country Music and Me...'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5992314481424573330</id><published>2008-12-26T04:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T04:27:50.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Body Pump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVTNiDiecXI/AAAAAAAAAic/dpBf1HlW108/s1600-h/2008_0829spinchickday0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284074247761588594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVTNiDiecXI/AAAAAAAAAic/dpBf1HlW108/s320/2008_0829spinchickday0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sorry all, I'm really sick today.  Took my NyQuil last night, but still can't get going this morning.  Craig will be kicking your butts this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See you Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5992314481424573330?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5992314481424573330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5992314481424573330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5992314481424573330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5992314481424573330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-body-pump.html' title='No Body Pump'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVTNiDiecXI/AAAAAAAAAic/dpBf1HlW108/s72-c/2008_0829spinchickday0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-3818108695051444066</id><published>2008-12-25T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:34:07.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Santa, Please send me a little brother....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVPDpzfQl6I/AAAAAAAAAiU/kPBbd8G-tMM/s1600-h/santa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283781910799095714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVPDpzfQl6I/AAAAAAAAAiU/kPBbd8G-tMM/s320/santa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Santa wrote back:&lt;br /&gt;"Send me your mother..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-3818108695051444066?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3818108695051444066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=3818108695051444066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3818108695051444066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3818108695051444066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-to-santa.html' title='Letter to Santa'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVPDpzfQl6I/AAAAAAAAAiU/kPBbd8G-tMM/s72-c/santa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4255583408066128973</id><published>2008-12-24T04:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T04:33:54.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took the girls to Watkins park last night...  I only had my cell phone, so the pictures are not that great, but you get the idea.  Let me set the tone, the kids had dinner, showers, and they were in their pajamas, slippers, and robes.  The van was warm and I had holiday music playing from my XM radio as we enjoyed these sites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrkEQrWLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IpTKpwsEWNY/s1600-h/lightsf+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283333211477989554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrkEQrWLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IpTKpwsEWNY/s320/lightsf+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The entrance... It cost $5.00 to go through and it is totally worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrkJ_f1DI/AAAAAAAAAiE/CzaKAWci8Ak/s1600-h/lights+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283333213016544306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrkJ_f1DI/AAAAAAAAAiE/CzaKAWci8Ak/s320/lights+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Penguin and igloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrj4Fa6-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/FAHZfKZtMxk/s1600-h/lights+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283333208209550306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrj4Fa6-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/FAHZfKZtMxk/s320/lights+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arches that we drive through-- some of the arches had lights flickering across...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrjzOmetI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8Jr23falMog/s1600-h/lights+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283333206905879250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrjzOmetI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8Jr23falMog/s320/lights+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candy Cane lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrjngdI6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Icm-3f2NdXA/s1600-h/lights+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283333203759539106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrjngdI6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Icm-3f2NdXA/s320/lights+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A mushroom and butterfly and a snail off to the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4255583408066128973?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4255583408066128973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4255583408066128973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4255583408066128973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4255583408066128973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-wonderland-part-1.html' title='Winter Wonderland Part 1'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIrkEQrWLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IpTKpwsEWNY/s72-c/lightsf+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5846626113249088720</id><published>2008-12-24T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T04:37:12.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq53j7clI/AAAAAAAAAhk/8lz0Dd2ZCbc/s1600-h/lights+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283332486514569810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq53j7clI/AAAAAAAAAhk/8lz0Dd2ZCbc/s320/lights+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa playing basket ball- it was really cool because the lights would have him jump up from the ground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq5zUHgHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dvjPZarz-6A/s1600-h/lights+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283332485374509170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq5zUHgHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dvjPZarz-6A/s320/lights+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course I had to get a shot of the gingerbread man (person) lifting weights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq5iH_YBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IQgKa5OZODA/s1600-h/lights+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283332480760242194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq5iH_YBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IQgKa5OZODA/s320/lights+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The spin bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq5b2cglI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_oGUzs8uwrg/s1600-h/lights+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283332479076041298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq5b2cglI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_oGUzs8uwrg/s320/lights+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the beautiful city of lights in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq5Ig1ngI/AAAAAAAAAhE/9yNUTaeI7As/s1600-h/1223082054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283332473885138434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq5Ig1ngI/AAAAAAAAAhE/9yNUTaeI7As/s320/1223082054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. and Mrs. Gingerbread waving goodbye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK-- so now that you have seen the sites and heard how I set the tone, I'm going to give you the real deal... If you remember from part 1, I had the kids ready for bed, holiday music, warm toasty van...  You would THINK it was nice, the kids were excited to see the lights pointing out all the cool things, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-- it went more like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM!  She won't stop looking on my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM!  Tell her that's not a real reindeer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM!  Tell her to stop singing in my ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM, do we have anything to drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM!  She's aggravating me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, what was I thinking?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5846626113249088720?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5846626113249088720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5846626113249088720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5846626113249088720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5846626113249088720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-wonderland-part-2.html' title='Winter Wonderland Part 2'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SVIq53j7clI/AAAAAAAAAhk/8lz0Dd2ZCbc/s72-c/lights+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5346253491582677312</id><published>2008-12-23T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:40:31.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed Ride-- LOTS OF CLIMBS!</title><content type='html'>WED ride  LOTS OF CLIMBS!!!! (90-mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm up- Ticket to ride 3:07&lt;br /&gt;Jog- Old time rock and roll 3:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climb- Wanted dead or alive 5:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jumps- In the Ayer (switch backs?) 3:39&lt;br /&gt;THREE TURNS UP- No satisfaction 3:46 (STAND CLIMB 45, down 1 SEAT CLIMB, down 1 STAND RUN, down 1 SPRINTS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climb- Alright now 5:34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jog- Take it easy 3:31&lt;br /&gt;Sprints- One week 2:47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climb- Ignition 3:09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run- I want you to want me  3:44&lt;br /&gt;Frozen jog- Crazy in love 4:08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climb - Benny and the Jets 5:11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jog- Low 3:53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climb-  All summer long 4:55&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprints- Aint going down  4:32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climb- Rag doll 4:25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumps- Your mama don’t dance 2:59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climb- Take it to the limit  4:46&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jog – Run it 2:53&lt;br /&gt;Run- You’re the one that I want 2:50&lt;br /&gt;Cool down- Turn the page 5:06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5346253491582677312?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5346253491582677312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5346253491582677312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5346253491582677312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5346253491582677312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/wed-ride-lots-of-climbs.html' title='Wed Ride-- LOTS OF CLIMBS!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7435061978659422359</id><published>2008-12-22T12:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:56:21.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So TRUE~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU_-iGJwq3I/AAAAAAAAAg8/OmmNvdI7Elk/s1600-h/media1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282720749649439602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU_-iGJwq3I/AAAAAAAAAg8/OmmNvdI7Elk/s320/media1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these Santa sayings (thank you D)... This one ranks right up there with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Santa, I can explain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Santa, do you think I can get a list of the men on the naughty list?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone else seen some cute ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7435061978659422359?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7435061978659422359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7435061978659422359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7435061978659422359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7435061978659422359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-true.html' title='So TRUE~'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU_-iGJwq3I/AAAAAAAAAg8/OmmNvdI7Elk/s72-c/media1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-929842713537310395</id><published>2008-12-20T13:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:09:09.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha Stewart?  NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm no Martha Stewart NOR am I Puna (for those of you who read Puna's blog you know that she cooks like a chef-- fresh veggies and all)... Nope, that ain't me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1d3kF_gMI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xbIOBCWKqmY/s1600-h/cookie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281981147138457794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1d3kF_gMI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xbIOBCWKqmY/s320/cookie+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So when it comes to Holiday cookies, I'm all about the break and bake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1dzyxdDXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/sITQLfATE5c/s1600-h/cookie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281981082359369074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1dzyxdDXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/sITQLfATE5c/s320/cookie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the girls only like chocolate chip cookies, so we made half and half and they each took a turn sprinkling them with green and red sprinkles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1dzsoKRDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/W5dA59UqxAc/s1600-h/cookie+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281981080709776434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1dzsoKRDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/W5dA59UqxAc/s320/cookie+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!  Too much on that one, brush some off... see my mad baking skills?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1dzcaTfuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/57qGiatr4FQ/s1600-h/cookie+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281981076356693730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1dzcaTfuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/57qGiatr4FQ/s320/cookie+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they turned out GREAT!  OK, so they're not in the shape of trees or stars or snowmen (snow people).  I'm guessing they still taste great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1dzSFbQNI/AAAAAAAAAgU/iSWvJ7rVDKc/s1600-h/cookie+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281981073584767186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1dzSFbQNI/AAAAAAAAAgU/iSWvJ7rVDKc/s320/cookie+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, the girls give me three thumbs up!  I'm Mom of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1dy2nd_PI/AAAAAAAAAgM/abKeM0UXZuY/s1600-h/cookie+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281981066211359986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1dy2nd_PI/AAAAAAAAAgM/abKeM0UXZuY/s320/cookie+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope Santa gets some homemade cookies at someone elses house, because this is all I got! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-929842713537310395?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/929842713537310395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=929842713537310395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/929842713537310395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/929842713537310395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/martha-stewart-not.html' title='Martha Stewart?  NOT!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SU1d3kF_gMI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xbIOBCWKqmY/s72-c/cookie+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7975601022777258937</id><published>2008-12-19T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:48:00.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet, Fun, Cute Letter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this letter from "K" who takes my spin class.  Now, "K" didn't hand this to me, it was left at the front desk, so I didn't get to give "K" a proper thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUuKTfm_tPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PyKMdyOl08A/s1600-h/letter+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281467055529243890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUuKTfm_tPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PyKMdyOl08A/s320/letter+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside my envelope was $15.00 cash and a cute letter that I put below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUuKTC0UWpI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9Uwyf5s2XCk/s1600-h/letter+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281467047800494738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUuKTC0UWpI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9Uwyf5s2XCk/s320/letter+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "K" knows me so well... here is what "K" wrote....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tiffiany,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know it may not seem like much but look at all the things you can do with $15….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Buy one of those great Margarita’s from La Tolteca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Salad and bread sticks (yummy) at Olive Garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1…. Maybe 2 pieces of Cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory (alittle piece of heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another fabulous bandana… can never had too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lot’s of Hostess Cupcakes…Chocolate and Golden (I prefer golden!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Download some new tunes for class. (I want to hear George Thorogood… One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Buy your daughter a scarf or something… you know she loves to layer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Or a few Corona Lites… always a safe bet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanks for all you do.  You make me want to come to the gym which is not my favorite place.  You’re good at what you do… keep it up.  Have a happy and safe 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"K"-- you shall have your song on our next ride.... I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7975601022777258937?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7975601022777258937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7975601022777258937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7975601022777258937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7975601022777258937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-fun-cute-letter.html' title='The Sweet, Fun, Cute Letter!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUuKTfm_tPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PyKMdyOl08A/s72-c/letter+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-2263833473043972988</id><published>2008-12-18T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:34:08.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spin idiots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My T/TH class strikes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;!  Here are T and C getting ready for the 4pm spin class and they have on matching shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUsGTI-ZleI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Fb94OgZN87Y/s1600-h/idiot+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281321913918526946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUsGTI-ZleI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Fb94OgZN87Y/s320/idiot+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, I"m with the spin idiot (arrow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUsGTGCsT-I/AAAAAAAAAfs/9y6l2q1sEXc/s1600-h/idiot+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281321913131225058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUsGTGCsT-I/AAAAAAAAAfs/9y6l2q1sEXc/s320/idiot+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm with the spin idiot! (arrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUsGSgAZDxI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6cApFQ2NzYw/s1600-h/idiot+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281321902921027346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUsGSgAZDxI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6cApFQ2NzYw/s320/idiot+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, you can purchase these shirts-- email me and I'll tell you where to get them: &lt;a href="mailto:Tiff@thespinchick.com"&gt;Tiff@thespinchick.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I know you are wondering HOW you would know if you were a spin idiot-- well here's a list of ideas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you listen to music on the radio and you think "this would make a good spin song"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone in your office says the word "switch" and you stand up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you run down the alter at your wedding and you say "I'm sorry honey, but my spin class ran over".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If the story of you giving birth begins with "well, there was this spin class".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you schedule work around spin classes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure you will think of more and I would love to hear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-2263833473043972988?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2263833473043972988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=2263833473043972988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2263833473043972988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2263833473043972988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/spin-idiots.html' title='spin idiots!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUsGTI-ZleI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Fb94OgZN87Y/s72-c/idiot+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1685440632469761731</id><published>2008-12-17T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:41:06.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I received these cakes at the gym this morning... Yes, at the gym.  One of my members gave them to me.. I just know that was caught on the surveillance cameras and I'm going to be on YouTube later...  Hey-- it's job security-- eat the cupcakes come to my class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUmNO5PmuAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Ct0U_aAHseM/s1600-h/cake+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280907325092575234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUmNO5PmuAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Ct0U_aAHseM/s320/cake+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I knew they came in chocolate, as I posted earlier they don't JUST come in golden-- I love the chocolate on chocolate... goes much better with RED wine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUmNO-91mVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rT4vuZG2b8M/s1600-h/cake+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280907326628665682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUmNO-91mVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rT4vuZG2b8M/s320/cake+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my father-- who said hostess NEVER made these in chocolate-- was the FIRST one to have his hand in the box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUmNOsIsDdI/AAAAAAAAAfM/mednVR910wY/s1600-h/cake+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280907321573903826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUmNOsIsDdI/AAAAAAAAAfM/mednVR910wY/s320/cake+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you so much!  I love 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1685440632469761731?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1685440632469761731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1685440632469761731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1685440632469761731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1685440632469761731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUmNO5PmuAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Ct0U_aAHseM/s72-c/cake+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1446457064357715941</id><published>2008-12-17T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:45:23.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I received this wonderful gift from "R" that attends my spinning classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUg7D8xcUkI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OnNOpps4HNc/s1600-h/rick+gift+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280535502131057218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUg7D8xcUkI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OnNOpps4HNc/s320/rick+gift+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside was a card, a blockbuster gift card, and a bag of microwave popcorn... How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wonderfully&lt;/span&gt; thoughtful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUg7Dnz3_6I/AAAAAAAAAe8/VV4FV669I2s/s1600-h/rick+gift+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280535496504115106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUg7Dnz3_6I/AAAAAAAAAe8/VV4FV669I2s/s320/rick+gift+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "R" knows me so well that the card has a picture of a young kid sitting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Santa's&lt;/span&gt; lap and the caption reads "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;define good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Ha Ha Ha, I love it! Thank you so much "R"-- I'm looking forward to many more spin classes to kick your butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1446457064357715941?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1446457064357715941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1446457064357715941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1446457064357715941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1446457064357715941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-r.html' title='Thank you R'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUg7D8xcUkI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OnNOpps4HNc/s72-c/rick+gift+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7012217545362518784</id><published>2008-12-16T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:48:01.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day at the Doctors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how my morning started. A dry, yucky cough, wheezing, whiny child not wanting to open her eyes. Now, she's 4-- she still loves school at this age. She's usually up and getting ready when I want to sleep just alittle longer. This morning she didn't want to get up, she said her throat hurt and she didn't want to go to school..... Hello doctor?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUfo3OqgEJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FpLVAx60pRY/s1600-h/sick+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280445123642003602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUfo3OqgEJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FpLVAx60pRY/s320/sick+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was able to get her in at 1015. Her doctor is in Prince Frederick and after circling the parking lot in the rain about 18 times, I assume so is everyone elses doctor in all of Calvert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is with the blue gloves on waiting for her throat culture... As I snapped this picture I was listening to the children in the next room sneezing and coughing and blowing their noses-- I started to think &lt;strong&gt;I should be wearing gloves too&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUfoYYYmPxI/AAAAAAAAAek/3YuLuVv1hko/s1600-h/sick+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280444593675321106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUfoYYYmPxI/AAAAAAAAAek/3YuLuVv1hko/s320/sick+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is getting a throat culture to check for strep... Her stick is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRAPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flavored... I never had that when I was a kid... we had wood flavored sticks, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280444590499258610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUfoYMjXYPI/AAAAAAAAAec/blBs-V-0nds/s320/sick+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after waiting around for an hour, her strep culture came back negative and she just has a yucky virus, so we decided to go to Panara for some nice hot soup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUfoX7PdhwI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Hk43NL_sW30/s1600-h/sick+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280444585852372738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUfoX7PdhwI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Hk43NL_sW30/s320/sick+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7012217545362518784?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7012217545362518784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7012217545362518784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7012217545362518784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7012217545362518784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/rainy-day-at-doctors.html' title='Rainy Day at the Doctors'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUfo3OqgEJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FpLVAx60pRY/s72-c/sick+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4056570455877764440</id><published>2008-12-13T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:52:00.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure, I'll go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took a drive up to Dover New Jersey today.  It's about a stones throw from New York City.  It's a nice little town along the coast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went because I thought I would see several inches of snow along the way and I was looking forward to the sites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, as you can see by my picture there was NO SNOW-- not one drop-- not even enough to make a tiny snow person!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SURZygNTsvI/AAAAAAAAAds/akFeCWUOduE/s1600-h/trip+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279443387359146738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SURZygNTsvI/AAAAAAAAAds/akFeCWUOduE/s320/trip+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did get a shot of this billboard on the NJ turnpike-- I thought you might enjoy this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I had to pull off in order to get this shot-- see how I risk my life for you guys?!?  New York and New Jersey drivers are CRAZY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SURZyWf1m_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/W69f-xVE3Dc/s1600-h/trip+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279443384752511986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SURZyWf1m_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/W69f-xVE3Dc/s320/trip+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the one good thing about traveling north is there is a rest area every 10-20 miles on the turnpike and they all sell CINNABONS!  Yes, I know that it is located right next to a TCBY, but I mean really.... It's worth a few extra spin classes next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SURZyFibNiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/HbqGLkNDOzE/s1600-h/trip+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279443380199962146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SURZyFibNiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/HbqGLkNDOzE/s320/trip+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I ate the entire thing... it took me 3 hours, but I did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4056570455877764440?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4056570455877764440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4056570455877764440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4056570455877764440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4056570455877764440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/sure-ill-go.html' title='Sure, I&apos;ll go!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SURZygNTsvI/AAAAAAAAAds/akFeCWUOduE/s72-c/trip+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-6178279200502275225</id><published>2008-12-13T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:02:22.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Danny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Friend Danny asked me to post this information for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am joining with photographers worldwide in the &lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.givingisawesome.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;“&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.givingisawesome.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Giving is Awesome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.givingisawesome.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;”&lt;/a&gt; call to action to help make a difference for one deserving individual or family this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know someone. You know someone who's experienced a tragedy, is struggling to stay afloat, is raising kids while holding down more than one job, or is volunteering selflessly despite extenuating personal circumstances. You know someone who can't afford custom photography, but who would cherish it this holiday season. You know someone who deserves a year-round reminder of their family's spirit, love, and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know someone. I guarantee it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know who they are, and I want to give them the chance to experience complimentary custom photography --$500 worth, to be exact. Whether it's canvas or albums, prints for Grandma, or a slideshow to watch over and over, it's in your power to give them the artwork they deserve this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the best part? The person who nominates the winner receives a $250 print credit. What better reason to show some love could there possibly be, people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You cannot nominate yourself, and the person nominated must sincerely be incapable of purchasing my services. (Being unable to make mortgage payments for a two-million-dollar-vacation-home in Paris does not qualify as sincere financial need.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The nominee must reside in the southern Maryland area (Calvert, Charles or St. Mary's counties). Tell me who you know, what they're experiencing, and why they deserve my artwork. Please include a way to contact both your nominee and yourself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You must e-mail me the full story : &lt;a href="http://mc1114.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=danny@studiodouglas.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" ymailto="mailto:danny@studiodouglas.com"&gt;danny@studiodouglas.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner will be announced on Christmas Eve (or shortly after that) -- get nominating! I can't wait to read all of your entries!&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart to someone this holiday season -- and thanks for giving me the opportunity to open mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to forward this e-mail to your family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Love wins,&lt;br /&gt;Danny&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-6178279200502275225?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6178279200502275225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=6178279200502275225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/6178279200502275225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/6178279200502275225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-danny.html' title='For Danny'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7874731522718038501</id><published>2008-12-12T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:51:00.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits and Vegetables</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, Body Pump is done... burned 600 calories, time to put them all back!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUKlAACayOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/78BDWCrCZUc/s1600-h/lunch+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278963132660369634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUKlAACayOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/78BDWCrCZUc/s320/lunch+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olive Garden for lunch with Tara. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUKk_wnkKAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cEH4ej2E_Hs/s1600-h/lunch+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278963128521205762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUKk_wnkKAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cEH4ej2E_Hs/s320/lunch+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fruits and vegetables... although we both fought over the croutons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUKk_SjFDEI/AAAAAAAAAck/9zlh5ad5seQ/s1600-h/lunch+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278963120449326146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUKk_SjFDEI/AAAAAAAAAck/9zlh5ad5seQ/s320/lunch+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So remember kids-- eat LOTS of Fruit and Vegetables and have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7874731522718038501?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7874731522718038501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7874731522718038501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7874731522718038501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7874731522718038501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/fruits-and-vegetables.html' title='Fruits and Vegetables'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUKlAACayOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/78BDWCrCZUc/s72-c/lunch+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-2385409764042321820</id><published>2008-12-11T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:40:16.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car pool Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my 4pm classes!  I must apologize for not being there the last two days as your fearless leader.  The carpool mom that usually picks up my middle child has been sick.  Now, normally my mom or dad or someone can pick her up in a pinch, but not the last two days-- it had to be me.  So, here I am at the rainy bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHz6I69QI/AAAAAAAAAcc/o8hvUDpU1og/s1600-h/bus+stop+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278649564104684802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHz6I69QI/AAAAAAAAAcc/o8hvUDpU1og/s320/bus+stop+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the bus, kids running wild.  Yep, that ones mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHzqGOlcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZpjwWC5u-PY/s1600-h/bus+stop+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278649559798420930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHzqGOlcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZpjwWC5u-PY/s320/bus+stop+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the clock, so you know there was no way for me to make it to a 4pm class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHzdYBVXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YmlUHQOOjqQ/s1600-h/bus+stop+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278649556383389042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHzdYBVXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YmlUHQOOjqQ/s320/bus+stop+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was POURING on my way home, I could hardly see the road....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHzA7mZLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/XfylivZa9YQ/s1600-h/bus+stop+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278649548747990194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHzA7mZLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/XfylivZa9YQ/s320/bus+stop+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire time I was thinking about how much I've let you guys down by not being there screaming... &lt;em&gt;go go go!  bump it up!  don't stop yet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHy2IUPRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TxoQBfWUtfM/s1600-h/bus+stop+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278649545848536338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHy2IUPRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TxoQBfWUtfM/s320/bus+stop+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to attending ALL my classes next week!  See you then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-2385409764042321820?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2385409764042321820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=2385409764042321820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2385409764042321820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/2385409764042321820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/car-pool-mom.html' title='The Car pool Mom'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SUGHz6I69QI/AAAAAAAAAcc/o8hvUDpU1og/s72-c/bus+stop+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-579770266251018072</id><published>2008-12-09T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:43:52.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Cakes?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a complaint to make... didn't these used to come in chocolate?  Who eats hostess cupcakes with "GOLDEN" cake?  I like my chocolate cake with chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;icing&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sugary&lt;/span&gt; filling.  I looked all over the grocery store for the chocolate cake ones and my dad says they NEVER made these in chocolate....  Is that true?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/ST7z47YjckI/AAAAAAAAAb0/huwD-Ge7Hfc/s1600-h/golden+cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277923972663702082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/ST7z47YjckI/AAAAAAAAAb0/huwD-Ge7Hfc/s320/golden+cakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides, "golden" cakes don't go well with red wine...  someone help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/ST7z4tJPpjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZSn7mo69c-o/s1600-h/golden+wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277923968841393714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/ST7z4tJPpjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZSn7mo69c-o/s320/golden+wine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is there still a Hostess shop in Waldorf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-579770266251018072?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/579770266251018072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=579770266251018072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/579770266251018072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/579770266251018072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/golden-cakes.html' title='Golden Cakes?!?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/ST7z47YjckI/AAAAAAAAAb0/huwD-Ge7Hfc/s72-c/golden+cakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-3518338781448789397</id><published>2008-12-08T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:00:13.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this helpful?</title><content type='html'>If I were to set up our World Gym Schedule like this, would it be useful to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fat or Weight Loss goals&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2-3 red classes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1-2 blue classes&lt;/span&gt; per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strength training/toning goals&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1-2 red classes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2-3 blue classes&lt;/span&gt; per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maintenance or beginning to exercise&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1-2 red classes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 blue class&lt;/span&gt; per week.&lt;br /&gt;**NOTE: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; classes can be substituted for any color class.  ALL SPIN CLASSES ARE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; CLASSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesdays Schedule:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5:30am- LM Body Pump- Craig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7:00am- Yoga- Puna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9:00am- Boot Camp - Tiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10:00am- Yoga- Cecilia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30- 20/20/20- Lisa K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5:30pm – LM Body Pump- Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6:30pm – Yoga- Beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7:30- Zumba- Kendra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday's schedule&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;9:00am- LM Body Pump- Niki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10:15am- Yogalaties- Ceclia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4:00pm-LM Body Pump- Tiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5:30pm- Yoga- Peg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6:30pm- Cardio Pump-  Rhiannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday's schedule&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5:30am- LM Body Pump- Craig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7:00am- Yoga- Puna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9:00am- Upper  Cut /Rock bottom- Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10:00am- Yoga- Beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4:30- Kick Box- Kristen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5:30pm- LM Body Pump- Niki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6:30pm-  Yoga – Beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7:30- Zumba- Kendra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You get the idea.... feedback?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-3518338781448789397?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3518338781448789397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=3518338781448789397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3518338781448789397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3518338781448789397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-helpful.html' title='Is this helpful?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5853360892555382915</id><published>2008-12-07T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:45:00.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STvTtJ1kzkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Gy6c8Hbp104/s1600-h/Tiny+Snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277044161082871362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STvTtJ1kzkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Gy6c8Hbp104/s400/Tiny+Snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It snowed JUST enough while we were decorating the tree that the girls were able to go outside and make a snow man.  To put the size into perspective, his hat is the top from a soda bottle-- YES, it was diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5853360892555382915?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5853360892555382915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5853360892555382915' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5853360892555382915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5853360892555382915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow.html' title='The Snow...'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STvTtJ1kzkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Gy6c8Hbp104/s72-c/Tiny+Snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1107928311716423511</id><published>2008-12-06T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:31:07.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tree Triming-- Spin Chick Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO, it's not decorated with empty corona bottles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ_R3hy1I/AAAAAAAAAbc/f35O1vbo-O8/s1600-h/Tree+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276822371127380818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ_R3hy1I/AAAAAAAAAbc/f35O1vbo-O8/s320/Tree+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's CANDY! Sugar coated Gummies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ_TTNwvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/LmoxQILFBic/s1600-h/Tree+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276822371511943922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ_TTNwvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/LmoxQILFBic/s320/Tree+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gum Drops and M&amp;amp;M's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ_CrZjzI/AAAAAAAAAbM/CjsYkZZfa1o/s1600-h/Tree+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276822367049977650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ_CrZjzI/AAAAAAAAAbM/CjsYkZZfa1o/s320/Tree+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hershey Chocolate Bars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ2UENi0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/4R9JjblrJJI/s1600-h/Tree+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276822217098627906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ2UENi0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/4R9JjblrJJI/s320/Tree+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wrapped Hard Candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ2FsaBVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/G6ROny60eTs/s1600-h/Tree+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276822213240685906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ2FsaBVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/G6ROny60eTs/s320/Tree+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice (just like the spin chick) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real Candy Canes, ceramic cakes, pies, and cookies, pretty red and white striped bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ19vODyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Y3FizcF6_ZI/s1600-h/Tree+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276822211105001250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ19vODyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Y3FizcF6_ZI/s320/Tree+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate covered strawberries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ1rhoYTI/AAAAAAAAAas/GsHfSDwbhz4/s1600-h/Tree+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276822206216167730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ1rhoYTI/AAAAAAAAAas/GsHfSDwbhz4/s320/Tree+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the tree is finished-- EXCEPT-- I have no topper for the tree, they just don't make a giant Hershey's kiss, or candy cane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ1VPWfUI/AAAAAAAAAak/0v9YXLc3rf0/s1600-h/Tree+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276822200233917762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ1VPWfUI/AAAAAAAAAak/0v9YXLc3rf0/s320/Tree+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone have suggestions for the top of our Christmas tree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1107928311716423511?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1107928311716423511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1107928311716423511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1107928311716423511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1107928311716423511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-tree-triming-spin-chick-style.html' title='It&apos;s Tree Triming-- Spin Chick Style'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STsJ_R3hy1I/AAAAAAAAAbc/f35O1vbo-O8/s72-c/Tree+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-294603669232176813</id><published>2008-12-03T05:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:41:45.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went out to the van this morning, smoke coming from my mouth, my hair, and my coffee mug.  I get in and start it up to get the FROST off of my windshield so I can get out to work and I see this....  29 DEGREES?  Is this even LEGAL?  My hands are cold on the steering wheel.  I call my friend to complain... "wear gloves".  I don't want to wear gloves, I want it to be WARM outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STaL4-SydNI/AAAAAAAAAac/UM69Wwoknn8/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275557824421852370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STaL4-SydNI/AAAAAAAAAac/UM69Wwoknn8/s320/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And just after my 5 minute phone call about how cold it is, I look down and see this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STaL4uxQbqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qXALQX6VljE/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275557820254678690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STaL4uxQbqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qXALQX6VljE/s320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mean, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-294603669232176813?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/294603669232176813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=294603669232176813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/294603669232176813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/294603669232176813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this....'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STaL4-SydNI/AAAAAAAAAac/UM69Wwoknn8/s72-c/29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-8382754622925994304</id><published>2008-12-02T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:28:30.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready For the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10714;443/st/20081212/e/PT+Special+Starts/k/0502/event.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STVe_04YXEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/uGKwjUEbrv4/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiffiany’s 12 days of “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fitness&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 straight days of personal training sessions to get you ready for the Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;Sessions start on December 12th and continue 12 consecutive days until December 23rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Package cost is $420.00 ($35.00 per session).&lt;br /&gt;Sign up a friend and you BOTH pay only $360.00 ($30.00 per session).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Package will include 12 1-hour personal training sessions, before and after weight and body fat measurements, nutrition advice, and fitness education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hurry up and book your time slot now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have questions? Need more information? Ready to sign up and get started?&lt;br /&gt;Please email me at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NavyFitness@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-8382754622925994304?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8382754622925994304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=8382754622925994304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8382754622925994304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8382754622925994304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-ready-for-holidays.html' title='Get Ready For the Holidays'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1519556786736684098</id><published>2008-12-01T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:16:00.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tags were suspended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a notice in the mail while I was gone to Florida and it said that my tags were suspended because I didn't have my emission test done?!?  What is that?  I've never heard of it?  What do I do? Where do I go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom says "Its a $14.00 test and it takes about 10-mins".  "Take your car here, and do this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, I said and I did....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STRGNnChV_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ASEgvlpZ0Yg/s1600-h/Car+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274918263189493746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STRGNnChV_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ASEgvlpZ0Yg/s320/Car+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is this the only state that does this?  Is this even for real?  Apparently it's only $14.00 if you go on your due date-- since I was 3 months over due AND my tags had been suspended, it cost me $89.00!  $90 bucks so they can put a tube in my gas tank for 3 mins?  Can he fill it up and check the tires and fluids too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STRGNIwd67I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ONo8gLw74dM/s1600-h/Car+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274918255060708274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STRGNIwd67I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ONo8gLw74dM/s320/Car+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily, I past and I don't have to go again until August of 2010!  A lesson learned-- &lt;em&gt;get Florida tags on the car too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STRGMwgrelI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wOrYZHfjems/s1600-h/Car+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274918248552036946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STRGMwgrelI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wOrYZHfjems/s320/Car+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1519556786736684098?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1519556786736684098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1519556786736684098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1519556786736684098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1519556786736684098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-tags-were-suspended.html' title='My tags were suspended'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STRGNnChV_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ASEgvlpZ0Yg/s72-c/Car+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5211209903634011913</id><published>2008-12-01T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:50:00.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She was ALWAYS active!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STMnhDgJuQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gIRCZOo48Zo/s1600-h/old+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274603037410310402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STMnhDgJuQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gIRCZOo48Zo/s320/old+lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHELBYVILLE, Ind. – Edna Parker, who became the world's oldest person more than a year ago, has died at age 115.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UCLA gerontologist Dr. Stephen Coles said Parker's great-nephew notified him that Parker died Wednesday at a nursing home in Shelbyville. She was 115 years, 220 days old, said Robert Young, a senior consultant for gerontology for Guinness World Records.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker was born April 20, 1893, in central Indiana's Morgan County and had been recognized by Guinness World Records as the world's oldest person since the 2007 death in Japan of Yone Minagawa, who was four months her senior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coles maintains a list of the world's oldest people and said Parker was the 14th oldest validated supercentenarian in history. Maria de Jesus of Portugal, who was born Sept. 10, 1893, is now the world's oldest living person, according to the Gerontology Research Group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker had been a widow since her husband, Earl Parker, died in 1939 of a heart attack. She lived alone in their farmhouse until age 100, when she moved into a son's home and later to the Shelbyville nursing home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she never drank alcohol or tried tobacco and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;led an active life&lt;/span&gt;, Parker didn't offer tips for living a long life. Her only advice to those who gathered to celebrate when she became the oldest person was "more education."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker outlived her two sons, Clifford and Earl Jr. She also had five grandchildren, 13 great-grandchildren and 13 great-great-grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Parker, 60, said his grandmother had a small frame and a mild temperament. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She walked a lot&lt;/span&gt; and kept busy even after moving into the nursing home, he said.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She kept active,"&lt;/span&gt; he said Thursday. "We used to go up there, and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;she would be pushing other patients in their wheelchairs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gov. Mitch Daniels celebrated with Parker on her 114th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;"It was a delight to know Edna, who must have been a remarkable lady at any age," Daniels said.&lt;br /&gt;Parker taught in a two-room school in Shelby County for several years after graduating from Franklin College in 1911. She wed her childhood sweetheart and neighbor in 1913.&lt;br /&gt;But as was the tradition of that era, her teaching career ended with her marriage. Parker traded the schoolhouse for life as a farmer's wife, preparing meals for as many as a dozen men who worked on her husband's farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker noted with pride last year that she and her husband were one of the first owners of an automobile in their rural area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, Parker lived in the same nursing home as 7-foot-7 Sandy Allen, whom Guinness recognized as the world's tallest woman until her death in August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5211209903634011913?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5211209903634011913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5211209903634011913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5211209903634011913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5211209903634011913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-was-always-active.html' title='She was ALWAYS active!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/STMnhDgJuQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gIRCZOo48Zo/s72-c/old+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4131386863333612944</id><published>2008-11-30T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:43:46.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me know if this works</title><content type='html'>I've found a site that gives "fitness" horoscopes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/334142"&gt;http://www.fitsugar.com/334142&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4131386863333612944?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4131386863333612944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4131386863333612944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4131386863333612944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4131386863333612944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-know-if-this-works.html' title='Let me know if this works'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-3247328114714665057</id><published>2008-11-28T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:04:00.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's time to come home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The old "biker" folk decided to take me around and show me their old stomping grounds.  They took us all to a bar on the outside of town.  Now, when we arrived I saw this rooster-- yes, a rooster walking around out front....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_6wcNHddI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vt0PcCvdPyw/s1600-h/rooster+bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273709398786012626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_6wcNHddI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vt0PcCvdPyw/s320/rooster+bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought they were teasing me, but noooooooooo.  We all went inside and had the coldest beer I've ever tasted. &lt;br /&gt;Now, let me make this clear-- I am NOT in the Florida keys where this type of animal is normal, Im in a small town outside of Ocala. &lt;br /&gt;So, really?  A rooster? YES-- and I've got the pictures to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;After this adventure, I'm thinkin' it's time for me to pack up and come on home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-3247328114714665057?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3247328114714665057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=3247328114714665057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3247328114714665057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3247328114714665057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-its-time-to-come-home.html' title='I think it&apos;s time to come home'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_6wcNHddI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vt0PcCvdPyw/s72-c/rooster+bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5211150313593721578</id><published>2008-11-28T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:18:29.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of food, and I ate too much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the food is on the table, the wine is poured and we are ready to eat!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_5DMdijnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/svvFX2r66Mo/s1600-h/TKD+the+food+on+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273707521954188914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_5DMdijnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/svvFX2r66Mo/s320/TKD+the+food+on+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the after dinner drink. It's called a cordial-- I guess it's what the old folks do here in Florida. I love this retirement community in the south-- I wonder if I can forage my birth certificate to say that I'm 50? I would love to Cordial-late every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_5C19xHAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/oT8ZhO-EyzM/s1600-h/TKD+the+toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273707515915344898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_5C19xHAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/oT8ZhO-EyzM/s320/TKD+the+toast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now the dessert makes it's way around. I skipped the pumpkin pie and had a slice of this "Kentucky derby pie". I'm not sure what's in it. Anyone had one before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_5C5-f5dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/S83Wpgo9H4k/s1600-h/TKD+dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273707516992153042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_5C5-f5dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/S83Wpgo9H4k/s320/TKD+dessert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_5ChDAcuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qeJoIIdEHQc/s1600-h/TKD+my+stomach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man do I need a spin class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5211150313593721578?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5211150313593721578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5211150313593721578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5211150313593721578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5211150313593721578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-of-food-and-i-ate-too-much.html' title='The day of food, and I ate too much!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_5DMdijnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/svvFX2r66Mo/s72-c/TKD+the+food+on+table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-684916260830090352</id><published>2008-11-28T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:55:38.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, my afternoon started with a nice glass of red wine and a special ice cube that lit up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3ax2wZhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HeLy1BYi3Kc/s1600-h/TKD+light+in+wine+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273705728105801234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3ax2wZhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HeLy1BYi3Kc/s320/TKD+light+in+wine+glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the turkey just out of the oven.  He is just one of two!  Of course I couldn't wait, so I sat at the breakfast bar picking at it and trying to keep my fingers away from the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3a1c00JI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iBl-5VJiDhg/s1600-h/TKD+turkey+whole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273705729070780562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3a1c00JI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iBl-5VJiDhg/s320/TKD+turkey+whole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These beautiful mushrooms will be our appetizer for the evening.  They WERE SOOOOO good.  Sausage, and pimentos and I'm not sure what else, but yummy!  They went great with the wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3aWKYwDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uUvHU0TXUek/s1600-h/TKD+shrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273705720671944754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3aWKYwDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uUvHU0TXUek/s320/TKD+shrooms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the sweet potato and green bean casseroles in the oven.  Just a normal Thanksgiving feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3aGiq9jI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TXmw5cuyFJY/s1600-h/TKD+oven+with+sweet+taters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273705716478834226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3aGiq9jI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TXmw5cuyFJY/s320/TKD+oven+with+sweet+taters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the beautiful table before wall sat down to enjoy the dinner.  The conversations were great, telling old stories, and meeting new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3aNPeDEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/URh4A3JhltQ/s1600-h/TKD+dinner+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273705718277344322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3aNPeDEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/URh4A3JhltQ/s320/TKD+dinner+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-684916260830090352?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/684916260830090352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=684916260830090352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/684916260830090352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/684916260830090352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-of-food.html' title='The day of food!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS_3ax2wZhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HeLy1BYi3Kc/s72-c/TKD+light+in+wine+glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4735326932040224198</id><published>2008-11-27T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:12:00.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSf3NzxPw9I/AAAAAAAAATo/75h6qz_TeGE/s1600-h/our+breasts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271453705467577298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSf3NzxPw9I/AAAAAAAAATo/75h6qz_TeGE/s320/our+breasts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSf3N442dmI/AAAAAAAAATg/4JuHq1broKg/s1600-h/big+thighs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271453706841650786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSf3N442dmI/AAAAAAAAATg/4JuHq1broKg/s320/big+thighs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4735326932040224198?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4735326932040224198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4735326932040224198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4735326932040224198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4735326932040224198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSf3NzxPw9I/AAAAAAAAATo/75h6qz_TeGE/s72-c/our+breasts.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4874415796883189539</id><published>2008-11-26T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:44:00.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They have beer here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS1S09z59UI/AAAAAAAAAX0/En87jUN1O0Q/s1600-h/CVS+Beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272961808619664706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS1S09z59UI/AAAAAAAAAX0/En87jUN1O0Q/s320/CVS+Beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am at a CVS getting some Q-Tips when I ease by the soda isle and see this!  They sell beer and wine EVERYWHERE in Florida-- 7-11, the grocery stores, gas stations, and even CVS!  Tell me again why I don't live here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. Puna-- I've run or walked everyday-- I'm always fitness first, but that's not always fun to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4874415796883189539?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4874415796883189539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4874415796883189539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4874415796883189539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4874415796883189539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-have-beer-here.html' title='They have beer here?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SS1S09z59UI/AAAAAAAAAX0/En87jUN1O0Q/s72-c/CVS+Beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1632327756635537137</id><published>2008-11-25T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:16:00.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooters?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was shopping in the Harley Davidson shop-- I mean you know how I love the clothes and shoes from there-- I own just about everything. When I walk up the stairs to the "women's" section and I see this mannequin... HOLY BOOBS! I've never seen one with ta tas that big-- I was jealous!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSyHtNu1NKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_S8Rw0l4Z68/s1600-h/hooter+maniquin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272738474593957026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSyHtNu1NKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_S8Rw0l4Z68/s320/hooter+maniquin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my dad and NO that isn't my mom.... just some random hot chick that he wants to pose in the picture with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSyHs4P0faI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0etSiQfSKK4/s1600-h/hooter+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272738468826742178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSyHs4P0faI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0etSiQfSKK4/s320/hooter+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And as we are leaving the shop we see this sign... it reads: Free ride in a police car-- if you shoplift from this store. Just thought you would want to know what I'm getting in to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSyHs8-kZ0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/X7fdiCb-XaE/s1600-h/hooter+free+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272738470096561986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSyHs8-kZ0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/X7fdiCb-XaE/s320/hooter+free+ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1632327756635537137?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1632327756635537137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1632327756635537137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1632327756635537137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1632327756635537137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/hooters.html' title='Hooters?!?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSyHtNu1NKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_S8Rw0l4Z68/s72-c/hooter+maniquin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-3547238371625132</id><published>2008-11-25T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:11:00.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Morning-- Tiffiany Gump is running!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;It's the piercing sun yet again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSwV_s_xSJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KPKKkWkRp44/s1600-h/tuesday+am+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272613447898581138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSwV_s_xSJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KPKKkWkRp44/s320/tuesday+am+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've decided to get up, out of bed early and go off on a short run-- I guess I'm missing my 9am bootcamp peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSwV_YdklFI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bJFzRkzcjxg/s1600-h/tuesday+am+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272613442386433106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSwV_YdklFI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bJFzRkzcjxg/s320/tuesday+am+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day here in Florida, alittle cloudy this morning, but GREAT weather for a 2 mile jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSwV_Z2C0iI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rbalL4xcb3k/s1600-h/tuesday+am+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272613442757513762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSwV_Z2C0iI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rbalL4xcb3k/s320/tuesday+am+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not such a cute picture of the spin chick, but I was all alone-- everyone else staid in bed-- I guess I'm not that motivating outside of a class.  They will be sorry when I'm eating Krispy Kreme donuts later with no guilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSwV_T0loLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/iQVDkaIjhNA/s1600-h/tuesday+am+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272613441140793522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSwV_T0loLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/iQVDkaIjhNA/s320/tuesday+am+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah!  Much better-- a nice hot shower, a nice hot cup of coffee, and I should have plenty of energy for the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I will swear that I never worked out once while I was on vacation, so let's just keep this between me and you readers, K?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-3547238371625132?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3547238371625132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=3547238371625132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3547238371625132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3547238371625132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesday-morning-tiffiany-gump-is.html' title='Tuesday Morning-- Tiffiany Gump is running!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSwV_s_xSJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KPKKkWkRp44/s72-c/tuesday+am+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7612102317977391570</id><published>2008-11-25T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:30:00.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls posed with this 1940 car. I'm taking the picture this time, besides-- you should be tired of seeing me EAT by now anyway!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSrsWUQbSxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/21jOz_5rFGI/s1600-h/COCO+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272286181929470738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSrsWUQbSxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/21jOz_5rFGI/s320/COCO+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7612102317977391570?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7612102317977391570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7612102317977391570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7612102317977391570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7612102317977391570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-my-friends_25.html' title='Just my friends'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSrsWUQbSxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/21jOz_5rFGI/s72-c/COCO+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-994045250838251670</id><published>2008-11-24T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:09:00.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday morning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it really morning? I'm up and dressed, but that sun seems to be piercing my eyes-- and for some reason, my head feels like it weighs 100 pounds on it's own.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSrD8uQNpOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dA5JwhfsGC8/s1600-h/Mon+AM+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272241761766188258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSrD8uQNpOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dA5JwhfsGC8/s320/Mon+AM+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah! Alittle coffee, alittle computer... I'm starting to come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSrD8Q3dASI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bcA9MhzrwWk/s1600-h/Mon+AM+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272241753877709090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSrD8Q3dASI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bcA9MhzrwWk/s320/Mon+AM+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the road! Coco or bust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSrD8L02BlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mOiByr_A9EQ/s1600-h/Mon+AM+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272241752524588626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSrD8L02BlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mOiByr_A9EQ/s320/Mon+AM+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, yeah-- that's a corn dog and a Corona. Breakfast of champions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-994045250838251670?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/994045250838251670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=994045250838251670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/994045250838251670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/994045250838251670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-morning.html' title='Monday morning....'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSrD8uQNpOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dA5JwhfsGC8/s72-c/Mon+AM+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-1508467876474521679</id><published>2008-11-24T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:48:15.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, women go there too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quick lunch at Hooters across from the Dayton's Speedway!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSqve2PnFsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Kl9hB-NPhSE/s1600-h/Hoot+Menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219258282514114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSqve2PnFsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Kl9hB-NPhSE/s320/Hoot+Menu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ordered boneless wings-- Medium (yeah, I'm a wimp).  But, where are my celery sticks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSqveabYSLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4Vt5b7BAdjU/s1600-h/Hoot+Wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219250815682738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSqveabYSLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4Vt5b7BAdjU/s320/Hoot+Wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always have cute sayings on their wet naps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSqveajU2II/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_olzqOYhyvI/s1600-h/Hoot+napkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219250849011842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSqveajU2II/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_olzqOYhyvI/s320/Hoot+napkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And than there is the bill.  3 of us $90.00 with the $15.00 tip...  I need to get back to work soon!  For more reasons than one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSqveNOMQmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9pTFAHTVeio/s1600-h/Hoot+Bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219247270707810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSqveNOMQmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9pTFAHTVeio/s320/Hoot+Bill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are heading to Coco beach tomorrow...  I'll keep you posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-1508467876474521679?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1508467876474521679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=1508467876474521679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1508467876474521679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/1508467876474521679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-women-go-there-too.html' title='Yes, women go there too!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSqve2PnFsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Kl9hB-NPhSE/s72-c/Hoot+Menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-5347655470777332646</id><published>2008-11-23T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:48:01.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning in Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSmz4meyi_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/jQvBskzFH0s/s1600-h/Sunday+am+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271942623797611506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSmz4meyi_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/jQvBskzFH0s/s320/Sunday+am+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We wake up in our hotel room on Sunday morning-- the sun is shining, the birds are singing, its a beautiful 77 degrees outside.... Time for coffee and breakfast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271942624589922354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSmz4pbsQDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/J6mNByCPLOc/s320/sunday+am+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OK, coffee and Mimosa's....  Nothing like a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;champing&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate the start of a nice four day vacation.  Hot coffee to curve the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; headache later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSmz4KZFWlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fgWcJq-n5rY/s1600-h/Sunday+am+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271942616257485394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSmz4KZFWlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fgWcJq-n5rY/s320/Sunday+am+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, taste pretty good, think I'll have another before we head down the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSmz35leg7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Zrp3mgFPi0c/s1600-h/Sunday+am+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271942611746063282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSmz35leg7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Zrp3mgFPi0c/s320/Sunday+am+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach is beautiful- what a great view from outside of our hotel room.  The prefect start to our Sunday morning-- what's next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-5347655470777332646?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5347655470777332646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=5347655470777332646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5347655470777332646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/5347655470777332646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-morning-in-florida.html' title='Sunday Morning in Florida'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSmz4meyi_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/jQvBskzFH0s/s72-c/Sunday+am+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4774884989498968729</id><published>2008-11-23T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:21:00.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KRYSTALS WITH CHEESE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those of you that know me, know how much I love my food.  One of the BEST things about going to the south is KRYSTAL burgers-- I couldn't wait to get to this fast food joint!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1VVeqyYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Xlr7E9zI3I0/s1600-h/krystal+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271873848217356674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1VVeqyYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Xlr7E9zI3I0/s320/krystal+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krystals are open 24/7 and they have the GREATEST cheese burgers ever-- they are the inventors of "sliders". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1U8TCR1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/KNI3PtMrgYU/s1600-h/krystal+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271873841457678162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1U8TCR1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/KNI3PtMrgYU/s320/krystal+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to buy them by the "sack".  That is 12 Krystal burgers in a bag and YES I can eat almost every single one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1U96MjKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/j0qbdd6zOGE/s1600-h/krystal+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271873841890364578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1U96MjKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/j0qbdd6zOGE/s320/krystal+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are mini-cheeseburgers.  They are just like "little tavern" or "white castle" burgers.  They are a thin slice of burger with onions, mustard, and pickles on a soft bun... I like mine with a small slice of cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1UkLP9YI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6cYu4xp4-xc/s1600-h/krystal+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271873834982569346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1UkLP9YI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6cYu4xp4-xc/s320/krystal+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YUM! YUM! YUM!  I cannot tell you how much I enjoy these tiny bits of heaven!  Put it this way, I will get a sack EVERY SINGLE DAY that I am here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1UclnTgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ojPnDZZLM7g/s1600-h/Krystal+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271873832945667586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1UclnTgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ojPnDZZLM7g/s320/Krystal+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was only able to get 8 out of 12 down-- guess I'll have some left over for later tonight.  Yea, you can microwave them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4774884989498968729?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4774884989498968729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4774884989498968729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4774884989498968729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4774884989498968729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/krystals-with-cheese.html' title='KRYSTALS WITH CHEESE!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl1VVeqyYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Xlr7E9zI3I0/s72-c/krystal+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-265151102244182068</id><published>2008-11-23T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:21:24.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ride Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided to leave Friday night to get some miles down the road.  We had a hotel in Daytona Beach on Saturday, so there was really no rush.  Here we are on the road late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl0a2bs5gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MX1NppvGgBI/s1600-h/drive+at+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271872843451000322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl0a2bs5gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MX1NppvGgBI/s320/drive+at+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped in SC, had a few drinks, took a rest and got back on the road after a good breakfast.  I'm riding shot gun and as you can see-- I'm not a very good traveler.  Not to mention the SUN is shining in my eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl0aEuS55I/AAAAAAAAATw/UyCIT41Yxe0/s1600-h/drive+next+morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271872830107215762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl0aEuS55I/AAAAAAAAATw/UyCIT41Yxe0/s320/drive+next+morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-265151102244182068?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/265151102244182068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=265151102244182068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/265151102244182068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/265151102244182068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/ride-down.html' title='The Ride Down!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSl0a2bs5gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MX1NppvGgBI/s72-c/drive+at+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-8488250595963065625</id><published>2008-11-22T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:19:01.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New BP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just received my new Body Pump CD in the mail... Release #68. I feel like I JUST learned #67, but here it is and I'm already studying for the launch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSdOuMwTLQI/AAAAAAAAATY/QcuTkAWOSaU/s1600-h/bp68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271268444465212674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSdOuMwTLQI/AAAAAAAAATY/QcuTkAWOSaU/s320/bp68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure what's up with these boots, but don't expect me to wear these crazy boots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSdOt27GPRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/VeMfz02qyuk/s1600-h/bp68+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271268438604922130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSdOt27GPRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/VeMfz02qyuk/s320/bp68+boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-8488250595963065625?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8488250595963065625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=8488250595963065625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8488250595963065625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/8488250595963065625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-bp.html' title='New BP'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSdOuMwTLQI/AAAAAAAAATY/QcuTkAWOSaU/s72-c/bp68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-7455323707447075355</id><published>2008-11-21T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:52:13.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSc62JhAn_I/AAAAAAAAATI/nZtwsfPHDxE/s1600-h/syd+hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271246590802173938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSc62JhAn_I/AAAAAAAAATI/nZtwsfPHDxE/s320/syd+hate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's Sydney, my youngest.  She had a Thanksgiving Day show at her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school today. I went in to watch her sing and than we all ate a nice Thanksgiving feast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course there were two moms and one grandmother there that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt; at World Gym.  I'm pretty sure they changed their food selection because of me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on guys!  I ate the pumpkin pie--- I'm just as normal as anyone else!  You know what I always say-- You could die tomorrow, have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of chocolate cake today.  Or pumpkin pie in this case! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-7455323707447075355?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7455323707447075355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=7455323707447075355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7455323707447075355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/7455323707447075355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-friday.html' title='My Friday'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSc62JhAn_I/AAAAAAAAATI/nZtwsfPHDxE/s72-c/syd+hate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-930185437235776851</id><published>2008-11-21T03:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:57:47.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistancy is the Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSah_Ew7UWI/AAAAAAAAATA/M3w_rjMEw1Q/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271078518866530658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSah_Ew7UWI/AAAAAAAAATA/M3w_rjMEw1Q/s320/sorry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a note to my Thursday 4pm spinners. I sincerely apologize for not teaching for you yesterday. I know how frustrating it is when you come all the way to the gym for my class only to find that I'm not there. Please know that it pains me to NOT be there for you. I'm not making excuses, but keep in mind I'm a single mom-- of three-- and sometimes things come up at the last minute. On the upside, I've got a great class planned for us when I return from my trip to Florida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking forward to class this morning, than a few hours at the t-shirt shop. I plan to be on the road late this evening or early tomorrow. I'm bringing my laptop, so I will keep you posted on my adventures. Please know, you will be missed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-930185437235776851?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/930185437235776851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=930185437235776851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/930185437235776851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/930185437235776851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/consistancy-is-key.html' title='Consistancy is the Key'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSah_Ew7UWI/AAAAAAAAATA/M3w_rjMEw1Q/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-3603329346438030847</id><published>2008-11-20T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:57:40.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Read Yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Take a break from all of the details and get grounded in your personal life again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is my horoscope for the day.  Whenever I check my email it opens up on my front page and I usually glance at it.  Today I need to get "grounded" in my personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following is my CHINESE horoscope:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You're ready for social and professional changes. You may want to make an effort to step it up at work, as there may be an opening for you to fill. Don't spend too much money on extras or petty items that will eat into your budget. Start with cooking at home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This one tells me to "step it up" at WORK-- Is work my personal life?  It also says I need to start cooking at home... I think I better start reading Puna's blog alittle more often-- she who has all those beautiful home cooked meals!  Anyone got a subscription to "garden and gun" that I could borrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do any of you read your scopes?  Is there a "fitness" scope?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-3603329346438030847?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3603329346438030847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=3603329346438030847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3603329346438030847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/3603329346438030847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-read-yours.html' title='Do You Read Yours?'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-842625574786388328</id><published>2008-11-18T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:43:56.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Drink Anything Bigger Than Your Head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the Margarita from the place I love to go to in Prince Frederick.  The restaurant is called La Tolteca and this is the Jumbo Texans Margarita-- I like mine with no salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mentioned this Margarita in my Tuesday 4pm spin class and I tried to explain to them how big it actually is!  Please look below for a photo of ME and the Margarita!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSNEQWSKikI/AAAAAAAAAS4/t-UP7MTEdmg/s1600-h/rita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270131036603976258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSNEQWSKikI/AAAAAAAAAS4/t-UP7MTEdmg/s320/rita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told you it was as big as my head!  No, I don't need any help drinking them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope to see you there sometime!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSNEQQB9gOI/AAAAAAAAASw/7NMXfDo1ayk/s1600-h/rita+and+tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270131034925400290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSNEQQB9gOI/AAAAAAAAASw/7NMXfDo1ayk/s320/rita+and+tif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-842625574786388328?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/842625574786388328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=842625574786388328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/842625574786388328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/842625574786388328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-drink-anything-bigger-than-your.html' title='Never Drink Anything Bigger Than Your Head!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSNEQWSKikI/AAAAAAAAAS4/t-UP7MTEdmg/s72-c/rita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436458860356276635.post-4825025204613914453</id><published>2008-11-17T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:48:17.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SpinChick is never board!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPz16DQI/AAAAAAAAASo/rPd9KzHr9sc/s1600-h/AC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269606560312200450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPz16DQI/AAAAAAAAASo/rPd9KzHr9sc/s320/AC1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a cold Sunday morning, nothing to do, no plans.  My dad says-- Let's go to New Jersey and the next thing I know, I"m in the back of the car headed north!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPmn-NWI/AAAAAAAAASg/Vh2T1ckBMIs/s1600-h/AC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269606556764091746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPmn-NWI/AAAAAAAAASg/Vh2T1ckBMIs/s320/AC2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just about 3 hours later, I'm in Atlantic City and there are a few 20 dollar bills burning holes in my pockets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPdrjTqI/AAAAAAAAASY/7Ejt_xXV-CA/s1600-h/AC3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269606554363186850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPdrjTqI/AAAAAAAAASY/7Ejt_xXV-CA/s320/AC3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BAR! BAR! BAR!  Hey- where's the drink lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPWdxlwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/BdxKeZY0IVY/s1600-h/AC4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269606552426354434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPWdxlwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/BdxKeZY0IVY/s320/AC4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's my mom playing next to me-- she won ALOT more than I did-- I think she came home with $120.00-- I came home with like $13.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPFy2P4I/AAAAAAAAASI/fP03yWvjr1s/s1600-h/AC5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269606547951337346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPFy2P4I/AAAAAAAAASI/fP03yWvjr1s/s320/AC5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the car headed SOUTH-- going to be a rough day tomorrow, I think I drank my body weight in Vodka Cranberry's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2436458860356276635-4825025204613914453?l=thespinchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4825025204613914453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2436458860356276635&amp;postID=4825025204613914453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4825025204613914453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2436458860356276635/posts/default/4825025204613914453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespinchick.blogspot.com/2008/11/spinchick-is-never-board.html' title='The SpinChick is never board!'/><author><name>The Spin Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11404109004020790721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SLdX-2TuM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W_oZXLgSdgs/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b4OV2bZW8n4/SSFnPz16DQI/AAAAAAAAASo/rPd9KzHr9sc/s72-c/AC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
