<?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-8213243058067690743</id><updated>2012-01-31T05:12:25.107-06:00</updated><category term='space'/><category term='paper'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='bins'/><category term='recycle'/><category term='animals'/><category term='technology'/><category term='children'/><category term='entertain'/><category term='globar warming'/><category term='chair'/><category term='crazyness'/><category term='stress'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='free will'/><category term='brain'/><category term='robots'/><category term='environment'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='school'/><category term='coincidence'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='fate'/><category term='life'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='smile'/><category term='energy'/><category term='trees'/><category term='society'/><category term='paths'/><category term='food'/><category term='handcrafts.'/><category term='have nothing to do'/><category term='class'/><category term='teens'/><category term='love'/><category term='adults'/><category term='work'/><category term='cars'/><category term='NASA'/><category term='confusion'/><title type='text'>*Moonstruck</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4203821742974054523</id><published>2012-01-29T12:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T14:37:16.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the looney bin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUVhcIlToGU/TyWBXSwu8rI/AAAAAAAACIo/EWNN4kwVF44/s1600/13934032_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUVhcIlToGU/TyWBXSwu8rI/AAAAAAAACIo/EWNN4kwVF44/s400/13934032_gal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703106740307817138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It hasn't been a rosy new year. Just one month into the new year and there has been problems nonstop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Emotions are running high, bad decisions have been made, and there's no turning back. Is Regret for the weak?  You can't undo some thing that has been said or done. What's done is done. Even if you apologize you already said something that can change everything. I learned that the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm the type of person who just had to apologize for even the simplest thing. Yes, very annoying, but now that I look back, I had no reason to apologize, to feel sorry, regret, or shame for the things I did or said because I'm a good person. I've always been a good and honest person. I let myself think I wasn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lately, the environment I'm in has not been peachy. I really have no more tolerance. I'm losing grip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel no remorse whatsoever for the things I've been saying lately because they  come from the heart, and only speak the truth. Well, it's not entirely true, I do feel a bit of remorse, but it just seems to roll off my shoulders faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not all bad news, I just finished 3rd semester of uni with a g.p.a of 9.8, not bad, huh? I had to overcome fatigue, stress, and battle two real wicked witches of the west. I basically would waste my afternoons at school doing nothing. They would just make us read, brainstorm, and that would be the entire class. In a way, it did benefit me, because I'd had time to grade during class, but that's not the point. I skipped class a lot during this semester because I just had so much going on, and even with all the drama going on I was able to sustain my grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4203821742974054523?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4203821742974054523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4203821742974054523&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4203821742974054523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4203821742974054523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-to-looney-bin.html' title='Welcome to the looney bin'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUVhcIlToGU/TyWBXSwu8rI/AAAAAAAACIo/EWNN4kwVF44/s72-c/13934032_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7447092114287672547</id><published>2012-01-10T18:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:06:42.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yearbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Flipping through yearbooks provides a fascinating glimpse of the times, the fads, the interests, society. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A yearbook can hold good and bad memories. Yearbooks take us back in time to remember the class clowns, the jocks, the nerds, all the clubs that our high school had because back then and now we are put into some kind of category. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This week the kids are taking their yearbook picture, and of course, they are all really excited about it. I went into the girls bathroom, and it was about to burst. They were all combing their hair, and talking about how ugly they all came out in last year's yearbook, and how hopefully this year they come out better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now as a grown up you come to realize that worrying about how your yearbook picture will come out is the least of your worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's hilarious to go back, and look at your picture, and think my god! What the....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And as the famous columnist Faulkner Kosalko humorously put it, “Yearbooks make almost anyone from any generation say quietly to themselves, ‘What in the world was I thinking?’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7447092114287672547?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7447092114287672547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7447092114287672547&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7447092114287672547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7447092114287672547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2012/01/yearbook.html' title='The Yearbook'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-8618870369643223418</id><published>2012-01-05T18:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T19:11:06.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Head Honcho Strikes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rumor; A piece of unverified information of uncertain origin usually spread by word of mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors had us a bit neurotic before winter vacation. Rumors that someone from our department would be getting fired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day before winter vacation started we all exhaled as if we had been holding our breath for weeks. We though in our mind we're safe, no one got fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just in week one of 2012, and we come back to work with a huge surprise! Not a good surprise I might add, and yes indeed someone had been fired, and another one had been demoted. Thankfully, it was no one from our department, but still quite shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who got fired was new, young, and unexperienced, but don't we all start out like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just half way through the school year, I didn't expect anyone to be laid off. I think it is awful they didn't give this person the chance to finish off the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know of a lot of others that shouldn't even be allowed to teach, and are still there like ugly, sticky fungus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a very difficult institution to work in; parents, children, co-workers, paperwork, it is all so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Needless to say, people are shaking now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The new head honcho has a fierce glare, he stares at you like if he can see right through your soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe he can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught him staring at me during yesterday's meeting while he introduced the new teacher. I stared right back. We stared at each other for a few seconds which seemed like very long minutes. I wouldn't look away, and he wouldn't either. He finally looked away when someone asked a question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Doesn't he know I have staring contests with my kids? He can't beat me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-8618870369643223418?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8618870369643223418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=8618870369643223418&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8618870369643223418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8618870369643223418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2012/01/head-honcho-strikes.html' title='The Head Honcho Strikes...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-8303930635601763783</id><published>2011-12-30T18:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:43:52.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"We pass the time of day to forget how time passes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sounds familiar? I just finished watching Amélie; I had not watched it in a long while. It's a wacky film that reminds us of enjoying the simple pleasures of life, and how little details can matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During this 2012, let us enjoy those simple pleasures that life brings us every day whether it’s sipping down a cup of tea, reading a beauty column from your favorite magazine, taking a walk early in the morning, and feeling the breeze brush your face, or simply laying down in your backyard gazing at the stars while listening to your favorite tunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy New Year's. Many blessings for you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-8303930635601763783?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8303930635601763783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=8303930635601763783&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8303930635601763783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8303930635601763783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-pass-time-of-day-to-forget-how-time.html' title='&quot;We pass the time of day to forget how time passes&quot;'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2897139105052012599</id><published>2011-12-23T11:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:33:39.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner than later</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;One of the goals I had set for 2011 was to post as much as possible, but that was impossible to achieve. Things got in the way, plus more importantly, I lacked the motivation, and interest. I was mentally tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Summer of 2011 was amazing. I did many of the things I wanted to do. I traveled, rested, and spent time with friends. I spent time on my own which I really needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I missed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2897139105052012599?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2897139105052012599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2897139105052012599&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2897139105052012599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2897139105052012599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/12/sooner-than-later.html' title='Sooner than later'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7649458913818570907</id><published>2011-07-25T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:53:54.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquatic Trend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCvoU72lHzs/TizmsWlXsEI/AAAAAAAACEQ/TwdV5uqHLzs/s1600/aquaspinning6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCvoU72lHzs/TizmsWlXsEI/AAAAAAAACEQ/TwdV5uqHLzs/s400/aquaspinning6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633130883584602178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was intrigued by a flyer given to me at the mall about taking an Aqua Spinning class. I've taken all sorts of classes to exercise, but never something like this, and since I'm on vacations right now I decided to try it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, it's called an aquatic bike which is basically a stationary bike under water. It has a very easy installing method and it is endowed with different levels of resistance. It unites both the advantages of the traditional bike and those of the foot thrust in a pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is said that the hydro massage given by the movement of the water hardens legs and buttocks, invigorates arms and abdomen, strengthens heart and lungs and that one can lose weight with extreme easiness thanks to a slow and lasting aerobic exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been going for a month now, and I can see a difference in my body, and in my resistance. I'm going 3 times a week for an hour. They have early classes, but I'm taking mine at 8 pm, and it feels really good to get home, take a shower and go right to sleep. You are left with a  sensation that you had a real great work out and it is really relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0WdYyOkiAo/Tizm4GcKV-I/AAAAAAAACEY/-AmVuuokFr4/s1600/aquaspinning2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0WdYyOkiAo/Tizm4GcKV-I/AAAAAAAACEY/-AmVuuokFr4/s400/aquaspinning2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633131085409441762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is extremely motivating having an instructor pushing you to keep going. The class has around 15 people from all ages. I highly recommend it to everyone. It's a good exercise for people who want to exercise, but can't because they have joint problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7649458913818570907?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7649458913818570907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7649458913818570907&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7649458913818570907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7649458913818570907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/07/aquatic-trend.html' title='Aquatic Trend'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCvoU72lHzs/TizmsWlXsEI/AAAAAAAACEQ/TwdV5uqHLzs/s72-c/aquaspinning6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4896404040803049511</id><published>2011-07-22T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:40:30.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Á bientôt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This year most of the 6th graders I had were really awesome. They actually paid attention and participated a lot in class. They really loved me and appreciated my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are now off to Middle school, and I'm going to miss them. Yeah, you heard correctly; I will miss them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2pys6mu" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2pys6mu.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before the school year ended, the principal asked if I was willing to teach 1st and 2nd grade. I smiled, and exclaimed that I am not closed to the possibility of teaching those grades, but before he said anything else I told him straight out that I honestly believed that 4th, 5th and 6th grade are better suited for me. Surprisingly, he agreed! *phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think you need a lot of patience to teach 6th graders, but I do think you need DOUBLE the patience to teach the little ones in 1st and 2nd grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm happy where I'm at right now, but I would definitely like to teach the little ones someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4896404040803049511?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4896404040803049511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4896404040803049511&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4896404040803049511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4896404040803049511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/07/bientot.html' title='Á bientôt!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/2pys6mu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5638436603178924031</id><published>2011-05-19T20:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:32:44.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S.P.E.L.L.I.N.G B.E.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViKA8NgWo2U/TdXDEsjTwcI/AAAAAAAAB_c/VU1FrR-pQ8E/s1600/SPELLING%2B069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViKA8NgWo2U/TdXDEsjTwcI/AAAAAAAAB_c/VU1FrR-pQ8E/s200/SPELLING%2B069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608603396405969346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Finally, the big day came. We had been practicing for almost 5 months. We practiced every day during their recess because that was the only free time we had to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The kids were excited and nervous; trying to learn 500 words with their definitions and sentence is definitely not an easy task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went up against 7 other private schools each of them having four kids to represent their school. In other words, they went up against 28 other children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We got to the final top 10. One of them got eliminated in 10th place, another in 8th, then 7th, and finally one of our last children was eliminated in 5th place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being the first time we participated I though we did sooo well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was so nerve racking every time they went up to the mic to spell out a word! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They did so well I'm extremely proud and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5638436603178924031?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5638436603178924031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5638436603178924031&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5638436603178924031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5638436603178924031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/05/spelling-bee.html' title='S.P.E.L.L.I.N.G B.E.E'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViKA8NgWo2U/TdXDEsjTwcI/AAAAAAAAB_c/VU1FrR-pQ8E/s72-c/SPELLING%2B069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-8598328368414306299</id><published>2011-05-01T15:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:37:15.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so we continue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being the last day of my vacations, I've decided to enjoy it by watching tv and eating a whole pint of ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Btw, it's been great having the time to read you all. I had really missed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-8598328368414306299?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8598328368414306299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=8598328368414306299&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8598328368414306299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8598328368414306299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-so-we-continue.html' title='And so we continue...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2059633216799616835</id><published>2011-04-28T16:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:21:15.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MA in Wizardry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some teachers at my school like to give out their facebook page to their students to stay in contact with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so, the kids are always asking me to give them my name so that they can search for me, and I always tell them to give me theirs, and that I'd add them. And I never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before classes ended, one of my little boys asked me, why haven't you added me to your page? I felt bad. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, I was not going to add them to my real page where I vent and whine and so I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; created a new one where I can add them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, let me tell you what I've seen so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They've all got little boyfriends and girlfriends. And they love uploading their pictures with little hearts around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The girls always telling each other how gorgeous they all are. Even some of the little boys are kind enough to say cute things to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are into those annoying orange videos. Which are extremely ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They listen to Jon Bon Jovi, Guns and Roses, and Led Zeppelin. I guess they hear thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s music from their older brothers or uncles? Who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;d a group page that says, This page is dedicated to those that love the chupa chup lollipops that Miss Lupita gives out. I guess that's the only thing they love about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've entered a fascinating world of facebook with 11 year olds, wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ere most of them have put that they w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ork at Converse All Star and were born in Barcelona, Spain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, and many of them are s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tudying a MA at Hogwarts,  you know, Harry Potter's school of sorcery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2059633216799616835?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2059633216799616835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2059633216799616835&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2059633216799616835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2059633216799616835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/04/ma-in-wizardry.html' title='MA in Wizardry'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-6591865664414719795</id><published>2011-04-25T19:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:43:51.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, it's over (Male Perspective)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A friend showed me this video, and yes it cracked me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fdiO9EuFdWk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And of course, my favorite quote in the video is "If you fuck this up, I'll murder your entire fucking family". :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-6591865664414719795?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6591865664414719795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=6591865664414719795&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6591865664414719795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6591865664414719795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorry-its-over-male-perspective.html' title='Sorry, it&apos;s over (Male Perspective)'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-8060848230434556554</id><published>2011-04-22T14:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T14:29:17.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is The World's Worst Dictator?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh6GOb2DtUw/TbHUSfpVcGI/AAAAAAAAB-E/kNpifxxIY3U/s1600/dictators-dictators-ming-flash-gordon-demotivational-poster-1232067397.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh6GOb2DtUw/TbHUSfpVcGI/AAAAAAAAB-E/kNpifxxIY3U/s320/dictators-dictators-ming-flash-gordon-demotivational-poster-1232067397.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598489225995841634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before Spring break, one of our assignments was to do a research on a dictator, and make a power point. The dictator I was assigned to research about was Sudan's President Omar Al-Bashir. As I did the research and read about this person (which I really did not know much about) I was astonished to read about the Genocide that is still occurring in Sudan as we speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the day of the presentations everyone paid attention no one even made the slightest noise. It was like if everyone had kept their breath in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The class was interesting, but I found it more frightening than anything else. It was frightening to know about all these people committing awful crimes against humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What did we learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That it's a bad world with real bad people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We already knew this, but just in case we had forgotten this just reaffirmed it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-8060848230434556554?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8060848230434556554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=8060848230434556554&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8060848230434556554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8060848230434556554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/04/whos-worlds-worst-dictator.html' title='Who Is The World&apos;s Worst Dictator?'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh6GOb2DtUw/TbHUSfpVcGI/AAAAAAAAB-E/kNpifxxIY3U/s72-c/dictators-dictators-ming-flash-gordon-demotivational-poster-1232067397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-1470380829745089758</id><published>2011-04-20T19:15:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:41:02.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Geeks to the rescue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was never involved in any extra-curricular activities while I was in High school. I hated socializing, period. Just the though of being in huge crowds would irritate me. I use to be in the school marching band in Middle school, but once I started High school I did not continue. Things would just annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how sometimes when we reach a certain age we start doing things we never use to do or never though about doing. Right now, I'm overly involved in school activities, socializing and getting to meet new people. I'm having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, we had cultural week at our school, and they said it was obligatory to participate, still no one wanted to do it. So they said whoever participated would get extra points for the exams. So all the class nerds gathered and decided to participate. I mean what the heck, we had already danced like monkeys in a play, dressed up for Halloween, and other events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;ONE DAY BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt; the event, we decided to participate. Yeah, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE HORROR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went on stage with the lyrics because we obviously did not have the time to memorize the song. Things were going smoothly until we reached half of the song and I forgot about the instrumental break and I kept on going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I killed it.&lt;/strong&gt; And after that deadly mistake everyone got nervous and we all started killing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The most awful ending ever. They were the longest minutes of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Despite all of this, yes, I would do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and hey, I got my 20 extra points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTN5GxdVsS8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTN5GxdVsS8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-1470380829745089758?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1470380829745089758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=1470380829745089758&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/1470380829745089758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/1470380829745089758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/04/super-geeks-to-rescue.html' title='Super Geeks to the rescue!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7532903179453368187</id><published>2011-04-18T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:40:16.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready to lead a coup d'état</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As of late, I have been up to no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple words, I've been; nasty, brutal, heartless, ruthless, harsh, and just plain mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to ignore people who would annoy me, but now I answer them back, I start up fights, I'm opinionated to an extend that I can become cruel. I admit it. Zero tolerance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's triggering this? Well, that's simple; ignorant, stupid, and conceded people are the ones to blame. I have no patience left for these people. Some people just need a slap in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a rebel trying to oust an evil dictator from power, but in the process seems like I'm becoming pretty cruel myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I am now on Spring break and I will be away from all these evil people which will help me return to my good old self again. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7532903179453368187?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7532903179453368187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7532903179453368187&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7532903179453368187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7532903179453368187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-ready-to-lead-coup-detat.html' title='I&apos;m ready to lead a coup d&apos;état'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4865153337947847881</id><published>2011-03-13T20:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:29:03.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother nature's wrath</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was hot and sunny on Thursday morning, and all the kids went to their first recess; they ate and played perfectly fine. The bell rang. Everyone went back into class calmly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I finished giving class to my first group, and as I headed for the second classroom I noticed a drastic change in the climate; it became cloudy. In less than an hour, the blue sky turned black. It began to sprinkle, lightening and thunder followed. All of a sudden, there was a huge blast of wind, and all the windows began to shake. Water began to get inside the classroom. Panic began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kids started getting out of control. There was screaming, yelling, and crying. Thankfully, the rain started to cease, and everyone started to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later that day, it was announced that we got winds of a Hurricane category 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next morning, it was all over the news the catastrophe that stroke Japan. The kids would not stop talking about it, and although we tried to comfort them it was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"We destroy almost everything we create. If the world ends humanity it will heal, and refresh its self. We're ignorant beings that enjoy the thought of conquering everything. The world will someday most indefinitely conquer us..."  - Zeny Gorbea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4865153337947847881?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4865153337947847881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4865153337947847881&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4865153337947847881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4865153337947847881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/03/mother-natures-wrath.html' title='Mother nature&apos;s wrath'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2622798784666864056</id><published>2011-02-01T21:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:29:31.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Of The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beyonce taught me to be the best I can be, that I'm worth while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rihanna taught me not every guy/girl is going to treat me right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lady Gaga taught me its okay to be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ke$ha taught me to be myself and not care what anyone else thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eminem taught me that life is hard but you can make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michael Jackson taught me to always love the people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Justin Bieber taught me to never say never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Music taught me how to live. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The statements above were not written by me. It was a comment made by someone on a video on youtube that I though was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Music can have such influence in us; it makes us remember good and bad things. It makes us laugh, cry, get angry. It can bring out all different kinds of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't think i could live without music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My favorite song of the moment is Rihanna's - Only girl. It's a dance song cause I like to shake it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2622798784666864056?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2622798784666864056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2622798784666864056&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2622798784666864056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2622798784666864056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-of-heart.html' title='Music Of The Heart'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-3635872662308364768</id><published>2011-01-07T10:27:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:00:39.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's shining, shimmering, splendid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TSUTtfwulEI/AAAAAAAAB1I/0y-Va5IXUIg/s1600/backflip-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TSUTtfwulEI/AAAAAAAAB1I/0y-Va5IXUIg/s200/backflip-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558870987399664706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, so we have to say that the worst plague sweeping the world these days is smartphone addiction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’ve honestly never been that fond of technology. In fact, I sometimes despise it. I could care less about the brand, applications or the pixels my camera’s phone has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sadly, the previous statement was only applicable right up until Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This new contraption that I now hold in my hands has c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aused my slight affinity for texting to have increased about 80%. Scary.&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think most of us would agree that it is extremely irritating to be talking to someone, and they are just staring at their cell phones or they look anxious to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pick it up. I don't want to be those irritating people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And although it has not completely taken over me family has vowed to take extreme measure if they catch any signs of cell phone insanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the meantime, I will continue to enjoy my new contraption for the few remaining days I have left of my vacations. Oh, and I do have to admit it has been really interesting to learn how to add, take off and use different applications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was browsing through some articles, and came across this one in particular that caught my eye. Even though it's only been a short period of time that I've used this gadget I was curious to see whether I could relate to any of the signs it said about cell phone addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digitaltrends.com/mobile/top-10-signs-of-cell-phone-addiction/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Top 10 Signs of Cell Phone Addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. You’ve spent more on accessories than on your phone.&lt;br /&gt;9. You have 30 different apps installed. And use them all.&lt;br /&gt;8. You have alarms telling you when to do everything in your life.&lt;br /&gt;7. You read about your phone on your phone.&lt;br /&gt;6. You’ve cut back on necessities to afford your $100 a month cell phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;5. A full battery charge barely lasts the day.&lt;br /&gt;4. You broke it, and it feels like you lost a friend.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you meet people with the same phone, you can only talk about the phone.&lt;br /&gt;2. You feel a brief moment of panic when you touch your pocket (or grope to the bottom of your purse) and it’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;1. You use it in the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 4 is just SAD! I couldn't help but to really laugh out loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number 1 is simply frightening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Honestly, up to now I can only relate to 9, and 5. Let's just  hope it ends there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-3635872662308364768?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3635872662308364768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=3635872662308364768&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3635872662308364768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3635872662308364768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2011/01/put-that-phone-down-please.html' title='It&apos;s shining, shimmering, splendid!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TSUTtfwulEI/AAAAAAAAB1I/0y-Va5IXUIg/s72-c/backflip-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-6043950939971314590</id><published>2010-12-27T15:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:16:34.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A hectic 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are many reasons why I've been away from blogger, but the most important one is because I quit teaching and decided to pursue a modeling career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did you buy it? Did I trick you atleast a little bit? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, fine no model or actress here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How would you rate 2010 for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'd rate it a 8.5 or even a 9. This was my year of accomplishments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During the first few months, I traveled a lot, and did many of the things I had put on hold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The real horror started in August; it's been 5 months of almost no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From 6:30 am that I leave home for work; I don't come back until 10 pm. There's really no time for rest because I either have to grade, do lesson plans, or study and do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There were days where I just wanted to throw in the towel; it was overwhelming. I had to constantly remind myself to keep going, and that I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that I'm in school, I started to learn more things about myself, and found out that I was capable of doing things I never thought I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For one, I'm way nerdier now than I ever was when I was younger. I'm like those kids that if they get an A minus they start to get a nervous break down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't know I had a competitive side, but I do. Every time we compete for points or play a "friendly" game I'd get real bitchy because I have to this urge to win and be number one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have no idea how my brain has been able to retain so much information. For a history exam, I was able to memorize around 50 historical dates with its facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being a student has made me more flexible  and understanding with my own kids, and that has been a huge help to me this year because as a student I know what they are going through, and I can help them out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though I've been busy, I've managed to have a life outside of work and school. It's a constant search to keeping everything balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right now, I'm enjoying my well deserved vacations like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm looking forward for 2011 because I already know it is going to be full of challenges, but I'm looking forward to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In 2011, I will party like a rockstar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, not really. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-6043950939971314590?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6043950939971314590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=6043950939971314590&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6043950939971314590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6043950939971314590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-post-of-2010.html' title='A hectic 2010'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2408152887238698384</id><published>2010-11-15T14:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:11:30.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School rocks but homework sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love school it's fun I just wished we didn't have to do homework and study for exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I sound like my kids now. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2408152887238698384?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2408152887238698384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2408152887238698384&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2408152887238698384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2408152887238698384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-rocks-but-homework-sucks.html' title='School rocks but homework sucks'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2241876165472684282</id><published>2010-11-01T19:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:56:21.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫ And the reason is you...♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The reasons I'm not blogging as much as before....&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm taking a slow, but steady ride through life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=jjy0ra" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/jjy0ra.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making new friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=97678p" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/97678p.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reuniting with the old...(She came all the way from Cali)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=20078ft" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/20078ft.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Making friends from other parts of Mexico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=2s63fqq" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2s63fqq.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=nbt8uv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/nbt8uv.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=iqc70o" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/iqc70o.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singing to the beat of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=e6atfc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/e6atfc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking a dive into new beginnings... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=10r02eu" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/10r02eu.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Always with a smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=2625u7s" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2625u7s.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=243g9pe" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/243g9pe.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Celebrating Hanal Pixan (Day of the Dead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=mcujkn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/mcujkn.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=e5gqq8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/e5gqq8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celebrating Halloween; I became Maleficent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=se1zba" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/se1zba.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=2v2v1xy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2v2v1xy.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=119z8mv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/119z8mv.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=j16c6q" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/j16c6q.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and finally, chasing after boys... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/?ref=3143rqb" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/3143rqb.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2241876165472684282?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2241876165472684282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2241876165472684282&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2241876165472684282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2241876165472684282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-reason-is-you.html' title='♫ And the reason is you...♫'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/jjy0ra_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7960135412798246525</id><published>2010-10-16T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:53:59.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TLpzTjnRZzI/AAAAAAAABt4/Kjw2jBySL78/s1600/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TLpzTjnRZzI/AAAAAAAABt4/Kjw2jBySL78/s320/music.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528858272365373234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If your life were a song what would the title be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7960135412798246525?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7960135412798246525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7960135412798246525&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7960135412798246525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7960135412798246525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-would-it-be.html' title='What would it be?'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TLpzTjnRZzI/AAAAAAAABt4/Kjw2jBySL78/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7794491016151675366</id><published>2010-10-03T15:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:35:28.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TKjmecvNB8I/AAAAAAAABtw/zTMiQoGdrc8/s1600/coconuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TKjmecvNB8I/AAAAAAAABtw/zTMiQoGdrc8/s320/coconuts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523918353754556354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A boy was found in the back of the schoolyard pealing or trying to cut open a coconut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It turns out that a group of fourth grade boys made an agreement that during the week someone would bring a different fruit and knife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A whole week passed by, and none of the other boys got caught, but unfortunately the coconut boy was caught knife handed trying to open it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out all of the delicious and wonderful fruits we have, and way easier to cut and peal, why would he bring a coconut? WHY A COCONUT? It could be that that was all he had at home. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As you can see, life changes everyday; the kids of today don't play at recess anymore they cut coconuts. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7794491016151675366?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7794491016151675366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7794491016151675366&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7794491016151675366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7794491016151675366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/10/coconut-boy.html' title='Coconut boy'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TKjmecvNB8I/AAAAAAAABtw/zTMiQoGdrc8/s72-c/coconuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4358126955641249508</id><published>2010-09-24T22:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:52:20.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi. I'm still alive. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm melancholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then, I'm happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a really nice day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I threw a bottle of water at a bus that didn't stop, and I flipped them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got into an argument with my teacher again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People at work are getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My cousin is becoming BRIDEZILLA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School, work, wedding planner, and so on is making be bipolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School is OK. I have too much homework to do. I hate it. It is hard to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Work is OK. I have great kids as I mentioned before, but co-workers keep on killing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My cousin is getting married so we are planning it, and she is going nuts. ha ha ha it's kind of funny though. :P She asked me for help. She asked the wrong person. I have no clue, no patience, and no time right now. But she is the only cousin I have that is my age so I am trying to be patient and make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I cried a few days ago because someone asked for my help and I said no. Yeah, well, I like helping people and when I can't I get upset, but right now I'm the one in need of help I have no time to grade during the week so I have to go and grade over the weekends now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't been able to sleep well lately because my brains starts thinking about how it's going to organize itself each day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I can do it, but it's more like I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though I have been extremely tired I have been able to manage my mood swings quite well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Overall, I'm happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you. And I hope to stop by your blogs soon enough. Keep me in your thoughts, and wish me luck because I will need it to be able to hang in there and continue with all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4358126955641249508?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4358126955641249508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4358126955641249508&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4358126955641249508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4358126955641249508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5339841390249552589</id><published>2010-09-12T20:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:07:16.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell is the possibility of sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it too soon? Or can I start bitching now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I begin to say this? OK, well, one of my teachers hate me, and the feeling is mutual. Yeah, that practically sums it all pretty clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She made a mistake on the board and I called her on it not in a mean way you know? I just pointed out what she wrote incorrectly. She looked at me, and then ignored me. ha ha ha STUPID! She is really arrogant, and mean to us. She does not tolerate you questioning her ways of teaching or correcting her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I sometimes make mistakes on the board or miss a letter and the kids tell me, and I certainly do not get angry at them. I am glad they told me, and I always thank them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are a lot of beginners in our class, and she is just throwing these grammatical structures all at once. SHE HAS NO MERCY!! I don't know how much longer I will be patient with this lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am such a troublemaker and a big meanie too because if she does that again I am not sure how I will react, and all I know is that it won't be pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On to a more postive note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have AMAZING 5th and 6th graders this year! FINALLY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lets just hope the parents are the same way too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5339841390249552589?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5339841390249552589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5339841390249552589&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5339841390249552589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5339841390249552589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/09/hell-is-possibility-of-sanity.html' title='Hell is the possibility of sanity'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-6502166027430557731</id><published>2010-09-05T20:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:35:35.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Enseñanza de Matemáticas y demás materias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's important to learn and know basic math because math is needed on a daily basis. It is said that math is the one and only true universal language because despite the great differences between cultures and languages the principles and foundations of math are the same everywhere around the world.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world changes every day, we all know that, and we have to adapt to those changes, but I didn't know math had changed as well. Can someone tell me since when has 78 minus 12 equaled 64? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week the Spanish teachers had to take a course about the teachings of mathematics, and we were made to attend. I am not fond of math I detest it so much that if I could I'd kill it, but I'm glad they forced us to attend because it boosted up my self esteem, and my confidence skied rocked when I saw how lost some teachers were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course, a very obnoxious and conceded teacher exclaimed out loud that it was all a piece of cake. The person who was giving the course gave her the look, and said "I'm glad you think so. Come up to the board, and show us what you know". The presenter gave her a simple problem which took her forever to solve. We were in shock, some stood quite, some had their mouth opened, and some even laughed. I admit it I laughed and I rolled my eyes saying how is this possible not even me and I suck really suck at math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's embarrassing. It's a shame. It's a pity to see the teachers we have at our school. I'm not saying that all that, I SUCK at math and I know it, and that is why I am not a math teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what's a shame, and gets the other teachers sad and upset? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That these teachers are the ones who are being called “The brilliant” “The creative” and “intelligent ones” by our principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want sound like a big meanie, but am I glad that happened to her, and I think more than 50 percent of the school staff would agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, moving on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost three weeks since I've been away from blogosphere that's because I HAVE NO LIFE! And what I mean with no life is that I have NO FREE time at all!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work from 8 am to 2 pm and I have school from 4 pm to 9:30 pm. It's a very heavy schedule because I get home at 3 and so I have less than an hour to eat lunch, take a shower, and get ready for school.  This first semester I have seven subjects; Practical Basic English I, English Grammar, Society and Culture, Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guistics I, Spanish Grammar I, History of the English Language, and Analysis of texts. Spanish grammar is so freaky it has so many grammatical and punctuation rules; it's driving me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This year I'm teaching 5th grade and 6th grade once again. I have wonderful kids I hope it all continues to go as well as it is going right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All I can say right now is that I'm really tired, and I mean really, really, REALLY tired. I hope I can keep up with work and school so cross your fingers people because I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will need all the patience, strength, and positivity to keep on going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-6502166027430557731?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6502166027430557731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=6502166027430557731&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6502166027430557731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6502166027430557731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-ensenanza-de-matematicas-y-demas.html' title='La Enseñanza de Matemáticas y demás materias'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5548647749099333768</id><published>2010-08-19T22:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:58:33.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the crown goes to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It’s that time of the year again where normal regular girls like me start hating and guys start ogling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They are starting to promote all of the contestants for Miss Universe on the Spanish channel Telemundo, and I started to wonder if the contest was still as popular as it was before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember when I was younger I used to watch it every year, and it's probably been around 10 years now that I stopped watching it. When I was young, I always had this image in my head that the winner had to be blond with blue eyes. I guess that is what society made me think back then that only that was real beauty and that the winner should be exactly like that a blond blue eyed Barbie doll. As I grew up, I saw that beauty can be so diverse and that is what makes the world great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I chose 10 contestants that I thought were gorgeous, and could be in the top ten or top five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is big time eye candy for the guys! Ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miss Venuzuela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspySerHfI/AAAAAAAABqI/A12RMBU_D2s/s1600/Miss+Venuezuela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspySerHfI/AAAAAAAABqI/A12RMBU_D2s/s320/Miss+Venuezuela.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506540913321254386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspxzW-qJI/AAAAAAAABqA/82g191iTY-w/s1600/Miss+South+Africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miss South Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspxzW-qJI/AAAAAAAABqA/82g191iTY-w/s1600/Miss+South+Africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspxzW-qJI/AAAAAAAABqA/82g191iTY-w/s320/Miss+South+Africa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506540904967481490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspxcxGfuI/AAAAAAAABp4/NDHnj65ISvM/s1600/Miss+Kore.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Korea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspxcxGfuI/AAAAAAAABp4/NDHnj65ISvM/s320/Miss+Kore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506540898903031522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspxE6FgdI/AAAAAAAABpw/uYyz-3JBCxc/s1600/Miss+Japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspxE6FgdI/AAAAAAAABpw/uYyz-3JBCxc/s320/Miss+Japan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506540892498264530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miss Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspYLsE40I/AAAAAAAABpg/FcHjq24oAcY/s1600/Miss+Ghana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspYLsE40I/AAAAAAAABpg/FcHjq24oAcY/s320/Miss+Ghana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506540464821822274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspX7sHEHI/AAAAAAAABpY/j-gA3FDjS6k/s1600/Miss+Egypt.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Egypt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspX7sHEHI/AAAAAAAABpY/j-gA3FDjS6k/s320/Miss+Egypt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506540460526997618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspX9SxWtI/AAAAAAAABpQ/o1n4Aov9API/s1600/Miss+Bolivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Bolivia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspX9SxWtI/AAAAAAAABpQ/o1n4Aov9API/s320/Miss+Bolivia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506540460957588178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspXlwPMqI/AAAAAAAABpI/woxUs52ajtc/s1600/ireland.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Ireland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspXlwPMqI/AAAAAAAABpI/woxUs52ajtc/s320/ireland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506540454638727842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspY407a3I/AAAAAAAABpo/ImrA5ScrAXw/s1600/Miss+Indonesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Indonesia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspY407a3I/AAAAAAAABpo/ImrA5ScrAXw/s320/Miss+Indonesia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506540476938546034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And last but not least &lt;strong&gt;Miss Mexico&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course I had to root for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGso-RtyZUI/AAAAAAAABo4/5--MIyeB3sQ/s1600/mexico_128137670457___363x484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGso-RtyZUI/AAAAAAAABo4/5--MIyeB3sQ/s320/mexico_128137670457___363x484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506540019763012930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I never used to hate, but I did wish to look at least 5 percent of what these girls looked like I guess that when you're in high school that is the MAIN drama we would whine over. It's kind of strange but I never use to worry so much about my looks back then. In fact, I started worrying more about them once I started living here, but it's never been a big deal. Although, my weight has been something I've been dealing with for a while now, I'm fine the way I am now but I do wish to be thinner although I cannot be any thinner it's just not in my body structure, and I have to keep reminding myself daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyhow, now, I got more things on my mind to worry about, and they don't concern looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5548647749099333768?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5548647749099333768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5548647749099333768&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5548647749099333768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5548647749099333768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-crown-goes-to.html' title='And the crown goes to'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TGspySerHfI/AAAAAAAABqI/A12RMBU_D2s/s72-c/Miss+Venuezuela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5125157321318103618</id><published>2010-08-17T09:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T09:42:03.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La liberté d'expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two nights ago, I was watching The Shouting Fire: Stories from the edged of free speech which is a 2009 documentary film about freedom of speech and the First Amendment in the United States. The documentary includes various interviews and cases where people have spoken out and have been discriminated for it. They mention that after 9/11, the First Amendment has been under attack, and that the government has seized unprecedented license to surveil, intimidate, and detain citizens and foreigners for the most insignificant things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was anyone able to watch this film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first amendment in the bill of rights is Freedom of speech which is the freedom to speak without censorship or limitation, or both.As we all know, in practice, the right to freedom of speech is not absolute in any country and the right is commonly subject to limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree limitations have grown after past events; I also agree that the government has put on these limitations for safety, but not being able to have the liberty to give your opinion on certain subjects without being detained or accused of being against certain political views is frightening. Of course, speaking your mind will always get someone hurt or offended, and before this happens the government is willing to do anything in it's possibilities to avoid any kind of confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to no political party, nor do I like politics, but I found this film to be very amusing. I do suggest watching the film it gives you various perspectives from different sides, and you may learn a few things here and there, and to my surprise I was not in the least bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that no one has ever truly been able to freely speak there mind because in the end there is always some kind of repercussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5125157321318103618?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5125157321318103618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5125157321318103618&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5125157321318103618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5125157321318103618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-liberte-dexpression.html' title='La liberté d&apos;expression'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-8736792330402639623</id><published>2010-08-13T09:53:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:11:54.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just a quick update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got my new glasses, and my sight has gotten better, but it's still not at it's best yet. Maybe I just need to get use to them, and continue with the eye drops. The doctor did say I needed to continue with the treatment for another 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am one week away until I start work again, and two weeks until the kids and I go into school. Am I nervous? My god yes! Loads of work is headed my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am starting to get nightmares about work and school. It's either I am late for work or I am failing my exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The worst dream I've had is where I am presenting an exam, and I did not know any of the answers, and no one would let me copy them! Common people let me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;copy off of you!! ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And thank you all for your advises on my previous post. It is well appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have a great weekend. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-8736792330402639623?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8736792330402639623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=8736792330402639623&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8736792330402639623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8736792330402639623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4759343869319990865</id><published>2010-08-09T23:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:33:19.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After my recent relationship was over, I remember I told myself I wanted to remain single for a very long time. The breakup was so painful I did not want to deal with anything like it again. It was even more painful to find out he got with someone else about a month in a half later. So, where is the “love” he said he had for me? It was all BS. I did not find out about this until a few months later, and I'm glad I found out about it afterwards because if I would have found out earlier I would have been even more devastated. Which makes me wonder whether he was already in love with this other person while we were together? Was he dating her at the same time? It does not matter because I have no feelings for him anymore, but I became curious and wondered about it because I am seeing and I am experiencing crazy things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys recall my post about the psycho whose girlfriend called me? Well, after that psycho was out of the picture a few more psychos followed. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One psycho claimed to be a virgin and wanted me to be his first. Every time I think about it I can't help but to laugh. The annoying part of it all is that he has a girlfriend and he is asking me to do that. I had to take him off of my facebook and msn. I was upset about doing this because I though he and I were friends, but he wanted to take it to another level. And I thought it was a joke, but no he was not kidding about it. Really weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started hanging out a lot with a friend that I had not seen for a while. He and I know each other for a while now, and it was all good until feelings started to meddle in. I knew he had a girlfriend and of course, I would not have any sort of relationship with anyone who was dating someone else. Later, I found out they had broken up, and I was happy because I was starting to get into this person a lot, but then again I didn't want to be in any sort of relationship with anyone. Things started to get serious between us, and then I found out his ex girlfriend was pregnant. Yeah, that is correct. She is pregnant. Well, it turns out that they got back together. Yeah, you heard it correctly. He got back with her while already going out with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How did I find out about this? Thanks to the beautiful and precious facebook. He had supposedly erased her from every social network he had her in, but then I saw that she left him messages about how happy she was to form a family with him and how they would spend the rest of their lives together. I confronted him and asked how was it possible for him to lie to two people. No answer. We both agreed that we should end our relationship because he needed to take full responsibility, and I would no get in the way of that so I backed away and so did he. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few weeks later, he started texting and calling again. The sad part is that he says he does not want to stop seeing me, and the worst part is that I don't want to stop seeing him either, but I know I have too. I am ashamed and surprised I would even consider holding some kind of relationship with such being. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; have always been little miss goody two shoes, and I always try to do the correct thing. Obviously, the correct thing is so stay away. I know better, but this time it is hard. I've been thinking a lot lately whether something is wrong with me do I look hoochie, easy or is society just messed up because I keep attracting such people. It is all too strange! I have never experienced such freakishness in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The thing that upsets me the most about all these situations  is why are guys and girls looking for other people when they are already have someone who seems to be madly in love with them. Is there some kind of need to be unfaithful? Why is everyone being unfaithful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely not bashing on men only this goes for women too. I have a couple of girl friends who are having an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ugh, I am annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes when I am feeling blue I really enjoy logging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;into blogger to get away from it all, and I especially love to read about Technobabes and Brian’s love for their spouses or read those adorable comments that BV and Otin write for each other; it brightens my day. Those writes give me hope that REAL love still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys give me hope. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4759343869319990865?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4759343869319990865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4759343869319990865&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4759343869319990865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4759343869319990865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/08/wheres-love.html' title='Where&apos;s the love?'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4798498275543079575</id><published>2010-08-04T08:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T08:49:05.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TFltg0JKfHI/AAAAAAAABng/D8VnLoTktr8/s1600/wn7shba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TFltg0JKfHI/AAAAAAAABng/D8VnLoTktr8/s320/wn7shba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501548830330092658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend Randy and I rarely catch each other online, but when we do, we talk for hours and we sometimes video chat on Skype. About a month and a half ago, we saw each other online and turned on our webcams that day I said I would only chat with him for a little while because I was  in a hurry to get ready for my friend's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, my mother comes in and tells me to try on the dress. I stand up forgetting that I had a blouse and underwear only I tell my mom do you think my underwear is OK for that dress? Won't it see?  Mother says No, it's fine. And so I kept staring at my ass in the mirror which happens to be in front of the laptop.  My mom left the dress in the hammock and so as I was coming back towards the computer I remembered I had the webcam on. I was so embarrassed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Nice underwear suits you perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: eeeek!!! My god sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Well, I'm not! &lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;Randy: Are you always in your underwear? I'll log on more often! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Noooo! I told you I was getting ready for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Randy: YEAH RIGHT!  But I looked away don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; known each other since Elementary; he really is one of my closest friends BUT STILL! So embarrassing! I still CANNOT BELIEVE that happened and that I forgot the webcam was on! I am just glad it was not someone else!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was some kind of short term memory loss or yeah maybe I am just a butthead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ecall any embarrassing moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4798498275543079575?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4798498275543079575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4798498275543079575&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4798498275543079575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4798498275543079575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/08/embarrasing-moment.html' title='Embarrassing Moment'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TFltg0JKfHI/AAAAAAAABng/D8VnLoTktr8/s72-c/wn7shba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-954389901354284807</id><published>2010-08-02T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:40:20.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder about the times I've been on a bus, a car, walking or in a crowded place, and I shared a glance or a smile with someone and wondered what the other person might be thinking about. Anyways, it's amazing how something so simply can leave you feeling great throughout the entire day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-954389901354284807?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/954389901354284807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=954389901354284807&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/954389901354284807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/954389901354284807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re beautiful'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-6871631841561930731</id><published>2010-07-30T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:47:04.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blur</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have been having sight problems for about a month now, and it hasn't gotten any better. The first week I started seeing blurry I was still at work; I thought I was just exhausted, and just needed to rest. We were finally out, and the blur continued along with some pain in my eyes. They felt tired and dry all the time, and all I wanted to do is keep them closed. Once 6 o‘clock pm stroke my sight would worsen and I could hardly distinguish the letters on the computer. I freaked out, and I finally decided to go to the ophthalmologist. They prescribed a few eye drops, and it slightly got better. I went back today and they prescribed new e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ye drops and to get new glasses. Gee whiz! I am so damn blind! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, it has been quite annoying these past few weeks cause not being able to see properly is causing me to stress out and get huge headaches.Hopefully once I get my new glasses and the new eye drops start kicking in I will be ok cause right now I am not happy! Just the thought of losing my sight or something is freaking me out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-6871631841561930731?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6871631841561930731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=6871631841561930731&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6871631841561930731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6871631841561930731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/07/blur.html' title='The Blur'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5719476292394547376</id><published>2010-07-27T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:11:59.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Education starts at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TE9BarcVgQI/AAAAAAAABmA/MC6qo4Lq83A/s1600/of4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TE9BarcVgQI/AAAAAAAABmA/MC6qo4Lq83A/s400/of4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498685596636643586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TE9CvvQE0mI/AAAAAAAABmI/XKjcII_GM4E/s1600/of2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TE9CvvQE0mI/AAAAAAAABmI/XKjcII_GM4E/s400/of2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498687057947841122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TE9DwFd9Z2I/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZV-i4jYVsVc/s1600/of3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TE9DwFd9Z2I/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZV-i4jYVsVc/s400/of3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498688163423283042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*ahem* I was teaching my little cousin how she should put on boots, you know? Cause she's going to need to know that in the future, you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, you know! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5719476292394547376?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5719476292394547376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5719476292394547376&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5719476292394547376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5719476292394547376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/07/education-starts-at-home.html' title='Education starts at home'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TE9BarcVgQI/AAAAAAAABmA/MC6qo4Lq83A/s72-c/of4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7027078361028798910</id><published>2010-07-26T08:26:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:19:33.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She is just too fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You look good you're in. You look good and wealthy. You're so in!                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is a huge deal for people in our state to purchase brand named items and to look the best or should I say the wealthiest you can. I mean, who doesn't want the best? Or who wouldn't want to buy their favorite perfumes, clothes and so on. I am not a brand person, I could care less about the brand, but I do LOVE to shop and I do like good things, and those things can be expensive. I think there is no harm in wanting to look good and to buy things that you like and will use, but another thing is to buy things just to show off and make others feel less, and discriminate against others that may not be as privileged as you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The biggest issue here where I am located is discrimination against looks and social status. I work at an institution that revolves highly on those two matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've heard parents tell their children not to be friends with other children who are there thanks to a scholarship because that means those children are poor. I've heard that many teachers try to find out which children are the wealthiest to give them special treatment. I've heard children talk about their trips to other children and telling them how they will probably never get to go and do the things they have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have seen teachers, students, parents get excluded and rejected and I have also seen them exclude and reject others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, it is a shame, but that is how it works here. Even when you go out at night to a bar or a club the first thing they do is scan you from head to toe to see how good you and your companion or friends look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why did I bring this all up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A week before work ended the school organized a breakfast at a hotel to celebrate the principals birthday. Of course, everyone sat with their respective co-workers; young Spanish teachers on one side, old Spanish teachers on the other, English teachers, P.E teachers, and so on got their own tables as well. If you do not sit with “your people” then everyone stares at you like you are crossing some kind of border line.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is a Spanish teacher that gets along well with all the members in our English department and she always wants to sit with us, and she is more than welcomed. In all honest truth, our department rocks! No one gets into anyones business, and we all work together well. We all range from different ages to different temperaments but we have been able to work out any dispute. Anyways, her hanging out with us has caused her other co-workers to feel uncomfortable around her and they have excluded her from many things, but don't feel sorry for her just yet, OK? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;During that morning, my friend and I noticed that this Spanish teacher was avoiding sitting next to a particular person. After the whole event was over we asked her what the problem was, and why she didn't want to sit next to that person. These five words came out of her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SHE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My friend and I both laughed and then paused, and said are you freaking kidding us? The Spanish teacher who happens to be a close friend of ours was not hesitant at all and repeated in a serious tone of voice. No, I'm not kidding. She smells weird and she is just too fat. You guys know I have no fat friends and I dislike obese people. My friend and I both nodded and said yes we have heard this before, but we thought you were just kidding around. She replied Well besides her being fat I dislike her personality she is fake and just wants to be popular, but she will never be with the popular girls because she is fat, she is not a Spanish teacher and they won't accept her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unfortunately, that is exactly what happened that day. This other co-worker went to hang out with the popular young teachers, and she was ignored by them and she was forced to come back and sit at our table.  As soon as that happened our friend turned around to look at us and was like I told ya so!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We have all been discriminated or have discriminated someone in our lifetime, and that is the honest trust. I mean, we use reverse discrimination all the time when we discriminate against members of a dominant group because we are in favor of a minority. We probably discriminated someone when we were younger cause our little neighbor or little friend in Elementary told us not to hang out with that other girl cause she has COOTIES and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I HAVE BEEN MEAN, I HAVE MADE FUN OF PEOPLE I MAKE FUN OF MYSELF, but to not be friends with someone because of such a thing I don't think so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is PREPOSTEROUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My friend and I told her that it is most likely that all of us will gain a lot of weight in the future, and we asked that if that were to occur would she stop being our friend? She said she loved us and would remain friends with us because she cares about us and our physical appearance doesn't matter to her, but that she just really hated this other teacher because she was a liar, two face and that her being fat made it even worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And in the end, this is what she said...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You guys can be friends with her just don't ask me to join you guys when she's around cause she is just simply repulsive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And this is an everyday thing here, there and everywhere you go. It is not surprising anymore I've heard worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7027078361028798910?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7027078361028798910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7027078361028798910&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7027078361028798910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7027078361028798910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/07/she-is-just-too-fat.html' title='She is just too fat'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4648115611926810813</id><published>2010-07-20T07:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:32:10.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A shout-out to all of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is my one year blog anniversary. Yes, one whole year. I cannot believe it myself, but here I still remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think we all have some sort of story of how our blog came to be, and well this one's mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exactly a year ago, the person I was dating talked about his blog, and how exciting it was to have one. He would always say that his readers loved him, that he receives millions of comments, and that he was king of blogosphere. Well, OK, he didn't exactly say the last part, but I know that was basically what he was trying to convey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One day, I told him I wanted to create a blog too. He said I wasn't cool enough to make one and that no one would like me. He was just being a joker and a big meanie but I of course went ballistic!!!! And said WHAT!! I AM COOL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I exclaimed that unlike him I was NOT looking to be popular and to have millions of comments. I just wanted to check it out and see what blogosphere was all about, and even if only one person would comment that was just fine with me because that one comment would be very significant. He gave me a weird look, laughed and began to mock me. So I was like IT IS ON BUDDY!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So that is how I got here. I guess it all started off to show this that I could have a blog too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I honestly did not think I would remain blogging for so long, and I really thought that apathy would kick in, but it did not. Of course, there are times it takes me a while to post something and the main reason is due to the lack of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So here I am celebrating one whole year of sharing with you my happiness, sadness, madness, rantings, and loads of bitching. The most amazing thing about blogging is all the different people I have met and become friends with. I have learned a great deal from all of you because each and every one of you is unique and special. You have all showed me a different point of view of life, and it has been a pleasure to be a part of this new world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I went back to check my first post to see who commented and there are four people who have remained with me since my VERY FIRST post;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizardofotin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Otin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://becky-inthetrenches.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Becky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://poweringthedevilscircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jason Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://not-the-norm.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keyona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you for being a part of this other part of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I also want to thank some of my other readers… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://noexcusenoexplanation.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Steven Anthony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://magiccitycollegegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waystationone.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brian Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anutinanutshell.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blueviolet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://suchlifeinthetropics.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mariasol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetechnobabe.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TechnoBabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangling-carrots.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Paul Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://yamahsonah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://apostolicjason.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jason Oller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelleidoscope7.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jointhegossip.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kdcevents.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Denice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://diaryofayoungdesigner.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cipriano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meangirlgarage.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://qinatthedisco.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yiqin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aldrichjc.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stacysrandomthoughts.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realliveman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realliveman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://daij62.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daij&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheesecakemarti.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://diaryofayoungdesigner.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sophie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenbite14.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dancingwithafulldeck.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hit40(Ace)&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dwolfs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't be upset if I did not link you! It is way too much to link every single one of you, but don't ever forget that I am thankful and very grateful for your friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you all for sharing a little bit of your wisdom with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4648115611926810813?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4648115611926810813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4648115611926810813&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4648115611926810813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4648115611926810813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/07/shout-out-to-all-of-you.html' title='A shout-out to all of you'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7451334524284008736</id><published>2010-07-14T08:00:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:58:49.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TDzCZ-TMOYI/AAAAAAAABhY/47ZICHJMp2E/s1600/AkiraBlastMovieExample1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TDzCZ-TMOYI/AAAAAAAABhY/47ZICHJMp2E/s320/AkiraBlastMovieExample1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493479396961171842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had a nightmare a couple of days ago and it was about the end of the world. In my dream, I saw people who have always been important to me and those who were important to me at a certain time of my life. I also saw many acquaintances, and even some wicked people that I have come across my life were in my dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were all gathered in a bar waiting for the time to come where it would all end. Everyone seemed cheerful it seemed more like a celebration; people were talking, singing, dancing, eating and drinking. I would walk around the room, and stare into each and everyone's eyes. I would just gaze deep into their eyes no words would be said, and nothing would be done.   And even though nothing frightening or violent appeared in my dream I call it a nightmare because I had a feeling of anxiety and sadness; I was afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If this were to happen, I don't think there's much you can do but to spend your last hours with your loved ones or would anyone here do something different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7451334524284008736?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7451334524284008736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7451334524284008736&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7451334524284008736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7451334524284008736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-of-days.html' title='The End of Days'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TDzCZ-TMOYI/AAAAAAAABhY/47ZICHJMp2E/s72-c/AkiraBlastMovieExample1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-3160952229055062948</id><published>2010-07-12T15:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:56:21.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I recently had a discussion about my relationship status on facebook, and a certain someone said in a “joking manner” that I should change it to complicated because they stated that our whole dating situation is complicated. I laughed, and said I would not change my status unless I got engaged or married, and until then it would remain single.  I also exclaimed that I did not understand how people did not get embarrassed about changing their status every week. Yes, EVERY WEEK! I have friends who change it at least twice a week, and I know my friends may sometimes be a little wacko, but I still think that's a little awkward don't they feel a little bit embarrassed changing it especially when it is constant? Probably not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; In my opinion, I don't need the whole world knowing whether I have a boyfriend or not that is silly. He said that it sounded to him that I didn't want to change my status because I wanted to keep my options opened and that I was not giving him his place. What place? We are barely dating what a weirdo! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On another note, I am officially on vacations I got out on Friday I feel freeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This past school year I taught  4th and 6th grade, and it went fairly well despite the mom attacks I had at the end. This upcoming school year, I will be teaching 5th and 6th grade English and Science I am getting mentally prepared, but I have to say that I have a very positive mindset that this school year will be a good one because the children that will be in 5th grade are the same children I had this past year in 4th and the 6th graders are the same children I had two years ago when they were in 4th grade too, so I practically know all the children and their parents which is a HUGE PLUS!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A friend asked what I would be doing on my vacations I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Because that is something I never do when I work. All I want to do is nothing! Just stay at home, watch TV, eat and sleep. Of course, I will probably go out a few times with friends and help my cousin on some of her wedding preparations I might also go off and travel somewhere, but nothing is certain yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One thing is for sure, I will be on blogosphere more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-3160952229055062948?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3160952229055062948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=3160952229055062948&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3160952229055062948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3160952229055062948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-little-randomness.html' title='Just a little randomness'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5519565599699044574</id><published>2010-07-04T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:56:38.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat fight Act I Scene 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TDFC8Y4L3kI/AAAAAAAABfg/58vmHPE6vas/s1600/Drama-Logo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TDFC8Y4L3kI/AAAAAAAABfg/58vmHPE6vas/s400/Drama-Logo_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490243025979039298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you sometimes wish you had the power to vanquish all the vicious people there are on this earth? There always comes a point where we wished we had the power to do so, but unfortunately it isn't in our hands, and we sometimes have to deal with these types of people on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A situation occurred last Friday where I was let down by my co-worker her actions shocked me and disappointed me. I cried from the disappointment. I will not get into details about what she did. All I can say is that she did things she was not suppose to and blamed it all on me when both of us had already made an agreement on a certain situation. I confronted her telling her I was very disappointed . There was no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, I went straight to the principals office and accused her of being a two face. This is the first time I ever told on anyone so I was really hesitating to do so. I consider myself a very passive and noble person and I have never fought or gotten in trouble with anyone, but what this lady did was too wicked and she should be ashamed of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we found out she quit. She blames everything on our coordinator when the only one to blame is herself for her irresponsibility, laziness and stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a huge cat fight in our coordination; people shouting and making lame and false accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I shouted. Yeah, I was a bitch. Yeah, I was relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5519565599699044574?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5519565599699044574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5519565599699044574&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5519565599699044574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5519565599699044574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/07/cat-fight-act-i-scene-3.html' title='Cat fight Act I Scene 3'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TDFC8Y4L3kI/AAAAAAAABfg/58vmHPE6vas/s72-c/Drama-Logo_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2984032497528225087</id><published>2010-06-28T17:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:38:01.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*smiles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TCkZaORsWCI/AAAAAAAABe4/joUD_CCvz8o/s1600/264809079_3f76046e58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TCkZaORsWCI/AAAAAAAABe4/joUD_CCvz8o/s320/264809079_3f76046e58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487945559227258914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who doesn't love a beautiful smile? I know I love a nice smile; a real, genuine smile. Of course, all too often people use a smile as a strategy to get ahead in the workplace.  Some people seem to think that it is okay to stab you in the back as long as they are smiling at everyone while they do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week, I finally had my interview with our school principal and he asked several questions about how I felt this year. He then gave me the results of the evaluation that the children made regarding me and my teachings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The principal read all the good things the children said about me and then he read what the children think I should STOP doing and things I should DO more. The children said they liked that I was cheerful, I help them out, I do games etc. The things they said I should DO more are games, spelling, and coloring. The things they said I should STOP doing is to not get angry, stop yelling, stop being grumpy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TCkZn-AZBxI/AAAAAAAABfA/GI_DgfyJgJY/s1600/Grumpy-Dwarf-zoom-grg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TCkZn-AZBxI/AAAAAAAABfA/GI_DgfyJgJY/s320/Grumpy-Dwarf-zoom-grg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487945795377891090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the end of the interview, he made one last comment saying that some people perceived me as being too serious and conceded. I answered that that comment was probably made by someone who doesn't know me and hasn't worked with me because I assured him that I got along with all my co-workers, but as soon as I heard his comment I immediately knew who had made that comment to him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You see, he is dating one of the teachers in our school, and because she's dating him she thinks she can do whatever the hell she wants. You are not allowed to oppose her, and I have. Luckily for me she has also been downright cruel and twisted to at least a few other people so I am not alone and a handful of us have seen both sides of her SMILEY face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the end, he said I am still welcomed to continue working at the school, and that I should smile more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please know that yes sometimes I am serious. But when you see me smile you can rest assured it is a real smile. Some people are just out for number one, and they are the ones that DON'T STOP SMILING! Don't be fooled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So anyways.... *turns on hypocrite mode* because that is what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TCkdg_YbPYI/AAAAAAAABfI/ohpqSs6_spM/s1600/smile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TCkdg_YbPYI/AAAAAAAABfI/ohpqSs6_spM/s400/smile1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487950073534561666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2984032497528225087?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2984032497528225087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2984032497528225087&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2984032497528225087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2984032497528225087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/06/smiles.html' title='*smiles*'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TCkZaORsWCI/AAAAAAAABe4/joUD_CCvz8o/s72-c/264809079_3f76046e58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7023799135367077129</id><published>2010-06-14T18:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:49:30.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TBVcyCDhKlI/AAAAAAAABd4/kUoAvKDEvcg/s1600/Sailor-Mars-Rei-Hino205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TBVcyCDhKlI/AAAAAAAABd4/kUoAvKDEvcg/s320/Sailor-Mars-Rei-Hino205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482390136008288850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I enjoy listening to almost any kind of music and I love to dance I don't care whether I am dancing well or not I just go along with the music or with the person who is dancing with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have gone out with people who have no dancing skills and that has made me a wicked little obnoxious person that thinks she is all that on a bag of potato chips. This has caused my obnoxious self to be cruel; I look at them, I smile and giggle and they get upset. Many of the people I have gone out with don't like to dance because they can't, but they still do it for me and I do appreciate it because they are making a huge exception and it makes me feel special that they are making an effort, but I'm still a mocking bitch from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TBVqbBT-GSI/AAAAAAAABeQ/rmoBRXsq_oI/s1600/baile_homero_marge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TBVqbBT-GSI/AAAAAAAABeQ/rmoBRXsq_oI/s320/baile_homero_marge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482405133834656034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not long ago, I went out with a couple of friends to a place where they played different kinds of music and I was getting it on on the dance floor when a friend of mine decided to join me. Was I surprised when I saw what a magnificent dancer he was. I tried to keep up with his pace, but then they changed the music to a much slower one where you had to hold your dance partner. I panicked. I had two left feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I tried to be patient, but I got angry. He laughed. I got annoyed. He laughed. I rolled my eyes. I was made fun of all night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I finally got what I deserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7023799135367077129?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7023799135367077129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7023799135367077129&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7023799135367077129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7023799135367077129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-dance.html' title='Just Dance'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TBVcyCDhKlI/AAAAAAAABd4/kUoAvKDEvcg/s72-c/Sailor-Mars-Rei-Hino205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5407372178190448160</id><published>2010-06-07T23:25:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:44:07.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Tune Tuesday - Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not sure if Jules @ meangirlgarage still does Out of Tune Tuesday; I have been lost for a bit. I have had thousands of things to do and things on my mind, but today I threw it all aside and made my video to help keep me sane for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To me the song I chose for today is about the decisions we make, but more like the wrong decisions that are made. There are times when we do things that are wrong, but we don't care because they feel good at that precise moment. Are we too blind to see it? I don't think so. The truth is that we do see it, but we don't give a darn what we do or who we hurt because our minds have drifted off to Lala Land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There are times when I am utterly unconcerned about the consequences of my actions. I think a little bit of recklessness never hurt anyone, eh? Yeah, I'm wrong. I know. A little bit of recklessness can turn into something big. Love can make you reckless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/D8YEyQgWjYI&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/D8YEyQgWjYI&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks to the people who always take the time to stop by and comment.I appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I hope to be commenting more on your blogs in days to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5407372178190448160?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5407372178190448160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5407372178190448160&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5407372178190448160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5407372178190448160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/06/out-of-tune-tuesday-blind.html' title='Out of Tune Tuesday - Blind'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4881856027979244279</id><published>2010-06-03T23:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:21:17.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary madness may be necessary in some cases.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some people say that every time you hit rock bottom it only means that life was too easy so you went to the bottom hoping life would this time be a challenge on the way up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's that time of the year where sanity is not with me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4881856027979244279?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4881856027979244279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4881856027979244279&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4881856027979244279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4881856027979244279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/06/temporary-madness-may-be-necessary-in.html' title='Temporary madness may be necessary in some cases.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7150426355671709347</id><published>2010-05-31T19:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:42:02.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies beneath</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TARUOw7N5gI/AAAAAAAABcs/OORlQ4PyFhY/s1600/foto+disa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TARUOw7N5gI/AAAAAAAABcs/OORlQ4PyFhY/s320/foto+disa+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477595659417544194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;What lies beneath? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, that's simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;LICE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Those little critters are back and are coming in strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Two girls came up to me and said they saw insects crawling on their classmates hair. I went to take a little peek and there they were showing their little faces at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is the first time I have problems with kids having lice. Now, I have paranoia. I can't stop scratching my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7150426355671709347?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7150426355671709347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7150426355671709347&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7150426355671709347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7150426355671709347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-lies-beneath.html' title='What lies beneath'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/TARUOw7N5gI/AAAAAAAABcs/OORlQ4PyFhY/s72-c/foto+disa+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4986511854279158647</id><published>2010-05-27T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:40:40.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lower than pond scum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;"You're the pus that infects the mucus that cruds up the fungus that feeds on the pond scum".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's how low I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yelled at both my coordinators, she yelled at me, and she yelled at the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She made a huge fuss at the Administration Office about the grade I gave her son; It was a failing grade of 4.7 in Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common people, if you know your kid is irresponsable why come and complain about the grade. She bitched at me for like about an hour and asked whether I wanted to be known as the teacher who helped her students pass or the bitch that everyone hated. She offended everyone in sight and she almost told me what I was going to die from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please just hold me back before I bitch slap the lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, if I could I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she got her way. They will be changing the grade to 7. I almost had a heart attack when they told me and well the truth is they just wanted her out of there because that ladies mere presence just made everyone sick to their stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great year with no complains until today. Too much luck I knew it was too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to end the school year, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;With a very bitter taste in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4986511854279158647?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4986511854279158647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4986511854279158647&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4986511854279158647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4986511854279158647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-lower-than-pond-scum.html' title='I&apos;m lower than pond scum'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2030915300356690757</id><published>2010-05-24T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:17:07.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowadays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I guess nowadays you are considered bitter if you haven’t married until a certain age. People start looking at you in a strange way because they are like “Hey, why haven’t you gotten married”. Well, you see, maybe that isn’t what I am looking for at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nowadays it is fine to sleep around and move on to the next one. How do I do that? No, seriously. How can I fall in and out of love in a glimpse of an eye? I really don’t know and get how people do that. They say they are in love with a person and then they break up and the next day they are with another one. I know some people do this out of despair, but seriously getting with another person the next day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nowadays you cannot go out with friends especially out with a boy. I recently went out with a very good friend of mine and people who saw me asked if we were involved because it seemed as if we were. Some say that a woman and a man can’t be close friends because in the end there is a slight possibility that one will start seeing the other person differently. In some cases it may be true, but not in all. So I guess we cannot go out with friends and not be labeled as dating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nowadays you are supposed to hate your ex-boyfriends. Someone asked me the other day if I still kept in touch with mine and I answered that I did, that we chat once in a blue moon. They said I was "wack"; I didn’t know there was a rule about hating ex-boyfriends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nowadays it is ok to yell at your elders. Kids make huge tantrums about the smallest and most insignificant things. Like if they don’t get a gum, they cry. If they don’t watch what they want, they cry. If they don’t eat what they want, they cry. Everything is solved with tears now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nowadays parents are the one’s getting the A’s. Instead of kids doing their homework on their own it’s their parents who are doing them. I have to admit that when I was in HS there were times where I was just so exhausted that my mother would help me finish some of my History chapter outlines, but that was about it. HONEST! U_U But nowadays kids don’t want to do ANYTHING and they are like “I don’t know how to, I can’t do it, please do it for me!” They want everything to be done for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nowadays teachers that pass their students without them deserving it are considered the best of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays is kind of screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2030915300356690757?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2030915300356690757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2030915300356690757&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2030915300356690757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2030915300356690757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/nowadays.html' title='Nowadays'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-3638001901020012678</id><published>2010-05-20T22:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:09:48.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S_YGKvzqhII/AAAAAAAABZc/CS9iFQz1j4Y/s1600/dormido.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473569178817037442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S_YGKvzqhII/AAAAAAAABZc/CS9iFQz1j4Y/s320/dormido.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday was terrible and Tuesday was even worse; I was so exhausted from the trip that I felt like I would fall asleep infront of the kids. Yesterday was ok and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thankfully today I woke up with all my energy back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The school year is almost over we only have to wait three more weeks until Summer vacations! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will probably do some leisure activities and bum around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You got any plans for the Summer?&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/8213243058067690743-3638001901020012678?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3638001901020012678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=3638001901020012678&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3638001901020012678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3638001901020012678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-plans.html' title='Summer Plans'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S_YGKvzqhII/AAAAAAAABZc/CS9iFQz1j4Y/s72-c/dormido.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-6267939599963190185</id><published>2010-05-18T18:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:11:37.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day Celebration @ The Riviera Maya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Teacher's Day is on May 15th and every year our school plans a trip to the Riviera Maya for us. We all definetly deserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; a weekend away from it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;This year we stayed at the Grand Palladium Colonial Resort &amp;amp; Spa. It was an Ecological hotel so it was like a huge jungle. We left Thursday at 5pm and arrived there around 9pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Here's a few pictures of our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes, that's right. 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HEIGHT: 223px" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2uiapef.jpg" width="303" height="233" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 222px" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/n3s18w.jpg" width="294" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 237px" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2z4l3t1.jpg" width="320" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 225px" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/orrmol.jpg" width="301" height="222" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 227px" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2prv0pd.jpg" width="260" height="243" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The food and drinks were amazing; I couldn't resist I had a little bit too much of both. The weather was very sunny and hot so I got really tanned. Thursday, Friday and Saturday night I didn't sleep much at all because we danced the night away on all three days and once it was dawn we headed straight to the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The whole weekend was simply perfect; perfect weather, perfect food, perfect rooms, perfect beaches, perfect pools, perfect smiles and perfects friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;As you can see, some teacher's down here celebrate their day hardcore. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-6267939599963190185?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6267939599963190185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=6267939599963190185&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6267939599963190185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6267939599963190185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/teachers-day-celebration-riviera-maya.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day Celebration @ The Riviera Maya'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/5yf34l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-3566221084644387233</id><published>2010-05-13T23:37:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:59:35.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CliffsNotes, Uni and so on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;About a month in half ago, the principal gave us a book to read about the congregation of The Roman Catholic missionary priests and about the foundation of our Marist Institution. And well, tomorrow we are taking our exam and I'm not even half way through it, so I'm afraid I will have to bust an all nighter like back in the days. This is were I wished we had CliffsNotes here I remember they saved my ass a couple of times back in High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the bad part is that they don't have those down here and I'm not in High School anymore so I have to deal with the consequences of my irresponsability, and to think that I'm considering going back to a Uni and get a BA in Education or English and I can't even get this simple task done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to CIS which is like an ITEC Teacher Training course, and by the end of the course we get a Diploma from the United School District that certifies that we may Teach any level of the English Language, but of course it doesn't beat having a BA in English or Education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to work and go to a Uni at the same time because I'm not sure if I would be able to keep up with all the work. And so, a friend and I were searching to see if there were any short cuts to get a licensure or a BA in Education/English and we found one. It's a short intense program where they practically teach you everything a uni would teach you in 4 years but in less time and in the end you take a final exam like some sort of SAT. If you pass this exam then you are given the licensure or the BA, but if you don't pass then you can take it again as many times as you want, but of course, this would mean paying more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal, the program is to get your BA in Education BUT it would be in the Spanish Language of course because I'm located in Mexico, and if I want to get a BA in English then I'd definetly have to go back to the Uni and take it as a foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever mentioned this before here, but I wasn't raised in this country. I was raised in the states, in CA to be exact. I went there from Kinder up until the first semester of college, and so I practically consider English my first language and Spanish my second. Sadly, I can't express myself very well in Spanish as I can in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm hesitating about taking the program because it is all in Spanish which requieres reading comprehension, grammar and punctuation and I really don't have any background on it. I don't know how to formulate, express or even write the accents correctly. This would mean that I really and I mean REALLY have to start from zero and study hardcore to even have a minor chance of passing and I'm risking time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard and I know about some people who took the exam and did not pass and will take it again. And I'm thinking if these people who grew up here and have some sort of background on the language couldn't pass it then I might not even have a fifty percent chance of passing it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know how many answers she got wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Yes, that's right. She got two answers wrong and you are only limited to one or else you are totally screwed, but, there have been people from my work who have succeeded in passing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in panick mode just yet, but time is running out and I need to decide soon enough. I don't know if I should go for it or start the Uni and it sucks too because I have to take an entrance exam to enter any Uni. And of course, it is all in Spanish too, and they do ask you many cultural and history questions about Mexico which I really have no clue about. I mean, at times I even forget about some of the U.S Holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Just in case I change my mind about the whole Education situation I gave an old classmate of mine from aviation school my resume to send out to the airlines to start a stewardess life as I had planned earlier in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, I guess I have to hit the books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so complicated at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now, I'm blogging when I'm suppose to be reading the book, you see what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-3566221084644387233?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3566221084644387233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=3566221084644387233&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3566221084644387233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3566221084644387233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/cliffsnote-uni-and-so-on.html' title='CliffsNotes, Uni and so on'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-3993196639997979058</id><published>2010-05-11T16:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:46:07.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II: The Brain &amp; Mind of a Sixth Grader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Remember last weeks assignment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Well here it is! This is what some of my sixth graders claim to be thinking about. There were a lot of brains that had homework on their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, this guy, his biggest thought was his homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y1Xr7Rx9I/AAAAAAAABXU/AP_0XBW0IVM/s1600/Other+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469117478532663250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y1Xr7Rx9I/AAAAAAAABXU/AP_0XBW0IVM/s400/Other+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Does this mean she thinks about her feet all the time? a feet fetish? Looks like the arrow she drew is pointing to one of her toes. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y1XZBlUlI/AAAAAAAABXM/ybzgNSbtsPM/s1600/Other+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469117473458836050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y1XZBlUlI/AAAAAAAABXM/ybzgNSbtsPM/s400/Other+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the boys were going to put something like, "I like girls" or "I like Megan Fox", but to my surprise the girls were the ones who had men on their minds. LOL Like the drawing below has JB aka Justin Bieber and there were a few others with the Jonas Brothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y1W__yHbI/AAAAAAAABXE/e3r56DYNpqU/s1600/Other+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469117466740399538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y1W__yHbI/AAAAAAAABXE/e3r56DYNpqU/s400/Other+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy, I guess all he wishes to do is sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y0buuHivI/AAAAAAAABW8/-t4nnwnXcjs/s1600/Other+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469116448490621682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y0buuHivI/AAAAAAAABW8/-t4nnwnXcjs/s400/Other+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y0a3g3UFI/AAAAAAAABW0/tRTTihntPOg/s1600/Other+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469116433671082066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y0a3g3UFI/AAAAAAAABW0/tRTTihntPOg/s400/Other+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y0ajgjLoI/AAAAAAAABWs/R_B4a0db6gA/s1600/Other+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469116428301053570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y0ajgjLoI/AAAAAAAABWs/R_B4a0db6gA/s400/Other+063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y0aH1dmWI/AAAAAAAABWk/ZMTAtFcQ_rY/s1600/Other+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469116420872575330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y0aH1dmWI/AAAAAAAABWk/ZMTAtFcQ_rY/s400/Other+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;This one was one of my favorites because of the person's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y0Z2tpTLI/AAAAAAAABWc/GCkSHuoCyQo/s1600/Other+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469116416276384946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y0Z2tpTLI/AAAAAAAABWc/GCkSHuoCyQo/s400/Other+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469114040279831954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-YyPjb7FZI/AAAAAAAABWM/60fPr3YjJ6w/s400/Other+098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469114034100598946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-YyPMareKI/AAAAAAAABWE/E2MODnNnTHA/s400/Other+104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;These last two brains have a huge bubble with ice cream on their minds, so apparently, I'm not the only one who thinks about eating ice cream 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469114045848128530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-YyP4LgjBI/AAAAAAAABWU/yblyDLYBAY4/s400/Other+094.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-YyOvcA3HI/AAAAAAAABV8/gen3wL-yke8/s1600/Other+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469114026321566834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-YyOvcA3HI/AAAAAAAABV8/gen3wL-yke8/s400/Other+109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;So there you have it! These were only a few for you to take a look at to see what some of the kids have roaming on their minds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;They were pretty decent if you ask me. I thought I would see things like, weapons, fighting, and other violent things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-3993196639997979058?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3993196639997979058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=3993196639997979058&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3993196639997979058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3993196639997979058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/part-ii-brain-mind-of-sixth-grader.html' title='Part II: The Brain &amp; Mind of a Sixth Grader'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-Y1Xr7Rx9I/AAAAAAAABXU/AP_0XBW0IVM/s72-c/Other+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-9164107133189690625</id><published>2010-05-09T18:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:21:40.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia Mami</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all the moms who live in the states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Mother's Day here is officially tomorrow and as usual mother wants nothing fancy and just wants to stay home and relax. So, instead of going out to dinner tomorrow, she decided she wanted to go out and eat breakfast today and so we ate breakfast at a restaurant called Los Bisquets Bisquets Obregón. As a gift, I will be giving my mom a pair of earrings tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Mother's Day is a day to remind us to be thankful to the person who raised us and looked after us and for some of us, she still does. My mother is supportive in every way possible, she always looks at the bright side of things and I know I can count on her whenever I need her and she will always be by my side no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; should cherish our family everyday, but today we should try and make it extra special for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;"God could not be everywhere, so he created mothers." -Proverb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-9164107133189690625?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/9164107133189690625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=9164107133189690625&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/9164107133189690625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/9164107133189690625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/feliz-dia-mami.html' title='Feliz Dia Mami'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-1610052222263147447</id><published>2010-05-06T18:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:00:07.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diary of a Maggie Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;You&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; arrive at the party looking hip and fresh and you think bleh, it's probably going to be another lame shit, but you might as well make the best of it, and so you smile for the camara while you're trying to hold your breath in cause all the smoke is going into your lungs. *cough* *cough* *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-NE58RD9hI/AAAAAAAABVk/FtrwZhuL4f0/s1600/Fun+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468290134778836498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-NE58RD9hI/AAAAAAAABVk/FtrwZhuL4f0/s400/Fun+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;First off, you start to take a good look at all the beverages set on the table, and you think, maybe I should drink some of this or maybe some of that instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-ND9Z-Mp8I/AAAAAAAABVc/9G-bOx6r-bw/s1600/Fun+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468289094780757954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-ND9Z-Mp8I/AAAAAAAABVc/9G-bOx6r-bw/s400/Fun+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, you are like, "Hey this is kind of fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-ND8s30-zI/AAAAAAAABVU/zenHQFc5Jek/s1600/Fun+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468289082674445106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-ND8s30-zI/AAAAAAAABVU/zenHQFc5Jek/s400/Fun+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Next thing you know, you are making weird faces at the crowds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-ND8JLRewI/AAAAAAAABVM/dq6OzAlRrfw/s1600/Fun+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468289073092328194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-ND8JLRewI/AAAAAAAABVM/dq6OzAlRrfw/s400/Fun+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you notice everyone is gone, and you go, "Hey, where did everyone go?" But you don't even worry for a second and so you start talking to yourself cause you're cool like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-ND7xV7z7I/AAAAAAAABVE/T8yyWd8E5EM/s1600/Fun+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468289066694594482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-ND7xV7z7I/AAAAAAAABVE/T8yyWd8E5EM/s400/Fun+5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, you find yourself being the only one laughing at your own joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-ND7V_gB4I/AAAAAAAABU8/8K_OxE2ltw0/s1600/Fun+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468289059352741762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-ND7V_gB4I/AAAAAAAABU8/8K_OxE2ltw0/s400/Fun+6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;After a while, your friends come back cause they feel sorry for you. And finally, you and your friends think you're gangstars. Yes, that's right! GANGSTARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/24x2aeu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Tomorrow is Friday! Thank God! I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Have fun and stay safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-1610052222263147447?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1610052222263147447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=1610052222263147447&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/1610052222263147447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/1610052222263147447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/diary-of-maggie-weekend.html' title='The Diary of a Maggie Weekend'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S-NE58RD9hI/AAAAAAAABVk/FtrwZhuL4f0/s72-c/Fun+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-1610814955941806384</id><published>2010-05-05T16:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:41:30.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The little rascals need some spanking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a thread that came up on my facebook wall between teachers and other random people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Zada - Evil kids threw gum in my hair ( little small piece). People need to stop having kids if they aren’t going to raise them right. Some ass whipping is sometimes normal because these monsters need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;John - Agreed. Now that we're grown, we need to go back to the good ol' days where it was OK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;to hit a kid. LOL. You are kind of put in a tough spot because you can't discipline someone else's kid, but what are you going to do when they let these demons just roam around tearing sh*t up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zada - Seriously things are only getting worse! They beat on their own mommas &amp;amp; threaten to call the cops &amp;amp; they abuse us the teachers, mental abuse dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian - Dude kids are evil, but throughout the years they have gotten worse. I’ve been saying this for years....spawn of Satan they are......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan - Those are our future criminals thanks 2 careless parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosamary - LOL....the funny part is that some do get whippings...and they still don't fucken care...look at your cousin Jana with Mathew. Now he is something else...son of a god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy - @Susan, future criminals is right. Unless, of course, they have the right teachers or mentors somewhere along their young years. Sometimes a single teacher can change a kid's path of future crime to a much better one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@zada much patience is needed to work with kids. I wish you tons and tons of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zada - We teachers can try but some have so many gaps in their upbringing that we can’t make miracles. Yes I am patient and I try to be as patient as possible!! But I hope those who threw gum at me become teachers to pay for what they have done!!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll stop here because the thread just kept on going and going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What are we doing to our children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are now rude, disrespectful, irresponsable and they think they can do whatever they want. At work, we hear that kids have all kinds of problems at home or sometimes their behavior is exactly as their parents; disrespectful, careless and rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's fault is it? Is it their parents fault? Is it societies fault? Or maybe some kids develop this mind set as they grow up? &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do we need to be more harsh, more disciplined, show more love and have more patience? Where are we going wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have developed a very witty and sarcastic way of answering to some of the kids disrespectful remarks. This is not done to put them in contempt or in ridicule but instead I have used it in a way to show them that they aren't the only ones with witty remarks. This has helped me tremendously because now many of them have refrained themselves from continuing with this disrespectful behavior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After my sarcastic comment, I always ask them; Did you like how I answered you? I bet you didn't and that's how I feel when you answer me back in a disrespectful manner. I think it is only fair that I answer you the same way you do. But I would prefer it if we can talk to each other with respect, don't you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Luckily, this has worked for me and it has been an effective way to settle arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't pull the witty remarks off correctly then you will sound really mean and harsh and you might hurt a child's feelings and so you have to be very careful and learn to use your words wisely, but making these kinds of remarks has done miracles in my classroom especially with the sixth graders. It has actually lighten things up and we have all gotten big laughs out of them and the whole atmosphere has actually cooled down with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is what a 6th grader told a teacher at our school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teacher: You need to respect me because I'm an adult and I'm your teacher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Child: Well, you are just going to have to put up with me because my parents are paying a lot of money for me to be in this school to bad for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-1610814955941806384?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1610814955941806384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=1610814955941806384&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/1610814955941806384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/1610814955941806384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-rascals-need-some-spanking.html' title='The little rascals need some spanking'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-6141290559512584829</id><published>2010-05-03T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:19:11.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part I: The Brain &amp; Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Our sixth graders are learning about different body parts and one of the organs they are learning about is the brain and its complexity. I was searching for some pictures and came across this very interesting one; I printed it out (photoshopped the sex part out lol) showed it to them and assigned them to create their brain and how they think their mind works. Now, I have to wait and see what kind of goofy things they will come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/10ghh0l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;What would your brain look like?&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/8213243058067690743-6141290559512584829?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6141290559512584829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=6141290559512584829&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6141290559512584829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6141290559512584829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/05/part-i-brain-mind.html' title='Part I: The Brain &amp; Mind'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/10ghh0l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7417262930680538138</id><published>2010-04-29T18:22:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:35:28.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9oRHwmB_cI/AAAAAAAABUM/PAf4GJMF5bE/s1600/Children%27s+Day+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465699922768690626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9oRHwmB_cI/AAAAAAAABUM/PAf4GJMF5bE/s320/Children%27s+Day+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Tomorrow will be Children's Day here in Mexico and I'm pretty sure that every Elementary school celebrates this day one way or another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Even though it's tomorrow, our school decided to celebrate it a day earlier due to some inconveniences they had for tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;As usual, our school had a mini fair; food, games and mechanical rides. On this day, the kids just stay out and play and we just have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;to keep an eye on them that they &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9oOi_tFViI/AAAAAAAABT8/U5D-751lxoI/s1600/Children%27s+Day+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465697092146386466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9oOi_tFViI/AAAAAAAABT8/U5D-751lxoI/s320/Children%27s+Day+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;don't get hurt or start acting crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Anyways, the good news is that we have a long weekend! We came out today and we go back to school until next Thursday. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;We have a month in a half more to go and the school year will finally be over! Time sure does pass by quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm not sure if there was more drama this year or last but there is definetly better communication &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9oQZt_XCqI/AAAAAAAABUE/LsM-YXkeDZc/s1600/Children%27s+Day+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465699131795638946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9oQZt_XCqI/AAAAAAAABUE/LsM-YXkeDZc/s320/Children%27s+Day+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;between us teachers this year round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9oQZt_XCqI/AAAAAAAABUE/LsM-YXkeDZc/s1600/Children%27s+Day+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/aWVjJ6Cl_4E&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/aWVjJ6Cl_4E&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/aWVjJ6Cl_4E&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7417262930680538138?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7417262930680538138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7417262930680538138&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7417262930680538138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7417262930680538138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/04/childrens-day.html' title='Children&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9oRHwmB_cI/AAAAAAAABUM/PAf4GJMF5bE/s72-c/Children%27s+Day+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-6899902621177980741</id><published>2010-04-25T18:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:51:55.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day: Saving the world one step at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Earth Day will be a date I will always remember and not because I’m a radical environmentalist of some sort or because the media announces it 24/7 but because April 22nd was the day Mr. Goldberg the principal at my Elementary passed away. I was in the third grade when he passed away and every year on this day we would go out and plant a tree on his behalf; he was a true environmentalist and a nature lover and from this point on I’ve never forgotten what Earth Day was about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Right now, there are hundreds of campaigns all around the world that are aiming to promote environmental awareness due to the global warming hysteria. As we have all seen, it seems like our earth is shaken up and we are being stricken by many catastrophic natural events which many blame it on global warming. And of course, global warming is blamed on us and our lack of awareness. Now that these catastrophic events are occurring more often, it seems that people are now frightened and everyone is turning “green”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Our school has put up new and very beautiful inorganic and organic trash cans, but do the kids recycle correctly? Not at all; they don’t take the time to read the labels and they throw their trash in whatever disposal is nearest to them. I am honest; I use too much energy, I hardly recycle at home and once in a while I forget and I litter. I thank my mother because she’s the one who separates our trash and is lately being behind my back about it. I bow my head to the people that conserve resources, recycle and have the means to explore other options like solar energy or that find other ways to consume less energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Now that our school has set up these trash cans it definitely has made us more aware about recycling and being good to Mother Nature. I don’t complain when the kids throw it in the wrong place because I have done it as well; I forget and I sometimes don’t read the labels either. First, I have to train myself in order to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9TPOQb_SII/AAAAAAAABTM/imyffFIlBbQ/s1600/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464220091744733314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9TPOQb_SII/AAAAAAAABTM/imyffFIlBbQ/s320/IMG_0419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;train my kids and it is a process that will take time but in the end, it will be for our benefit and it will eventually stay and affect us in a good way in the long run and we are slowly getting there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;This past Saturday a chain of Catholic schools got together and planned a cleaning up/recycling the road event. We were put in groups of 13 people; 4 teachers, 3 parents and 6 children. At first, the girls didn’t want to pick anything up and were grossed out and we just kept hearing them go “Ewww”. After a while, the girls got into it and we met our goal of cleaning up the sector we were &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9TPN-PZZGI/AAAAAAAABTE/OJ0EXEv1V_A/s1600/IMG_0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464220086860080226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9TPN-PZZGI/AAAAAAAABTE/OJ0EXEv1V_A/s320/IMG_0414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;assigned and we succeeded to fill in the two huge bags of trash that were given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that it is never too late to start something but is it really not too late? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I overheard a teacher say that it was a waste of a very good Saturday evening to come to the road and clean it up because the earth is already damaged therefore, we are not making a difference because we are all going to die soon. I laughed. I don’t know if I laughed because I thought he was wrong or because I thought he was right or maybe just the way he said it made me laugh. Either way, I still think it is never too late to try to make a difference even if it seems insignificant you never know what huge difference you might be making. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I live in a country where we see a lot of people with this state of mind and maybe they are partially correct even if we really wanted to help improve our society how much can we really do? It's true, the world is full of poverty and here in my country we really don't see any possibilities that in the near future regular civilians will be able to purchase anything like a solar house, car or just any green energy. I’ve seen and heard that the US is making more solar houses and of course, they are expensive and only a few people will be able to purchase them, but hey, at least they are being created there in various parts of the country because down here they are only creating them in the big cities and in the overpopulated states obviously that’s where the wealthiest people live. And here, in my poor little state I haven’t heard anything about solar houses, cars or anything solar being created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;At least now, I have seen a huge change on how people see and talk about recycling. People are now scared of Mother Nature and are now trying to rescue her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think the important part here is that even if something might seem insignificant to do, don’t complain. Do it. You are making a difference and even if in reality there might be no difference at least in your heart you know you have done the right thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-6899902621177980741?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6899902621177980741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=6899902621177980741&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6899902621177980741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6899902621177980741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day-saving-world-one-step-at-time.html' title='Earth Day: Saving the world one step at a time'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S9TPOQb_SII/AAAAAAAABTM/imyffFIlBbQ/s72-c/IMG_0419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4092719548257843094</id><published>2010-04-22T20:24:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:17:11.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buns Of Steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't want to exercise anymore. I am tired, tired, tired. I am 12 pounds away of reaching my goal and I can almost taste victory. If I reach my goal, it will be the thinnest I have ever been in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;In my teen years, I was overweight and I managed to lose a couple of pounds; I was able to maintain that same weight for about 4 years and even when I started working at the English Academy I still managed to keep the weight off, but once I started working at the Elementary I gained 20 pounds. How did I gain 20 pounds in one year?? I blame it on stress and my lack of discipline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The gain weight was affecting my health and I was obligated to go to a nutriologist. They set me up with a healthy diet but due to the muscular problem I was having because of Fibro I wasn't able to start working out at that moment. So now, it's been 3 months that I have been eating healthy and it's been a month since I started working out again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;During these 3-4 months, I've managed to lose the weight gained and lose a few extra pounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My doctor says that I am now in a healthy range weight and that I have no need to lose anymore weight that I can concentrate on toning up. He says that if I want to lose those extra pounds left it will probably take me about 2 or 3 more months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I enjoy exercising but with work and all of the extra activities it can sometimes get overwhelming and I just want to throw in the towel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My health has gotten so much better and that's the only reason why I'm hanging on. Besides, summer is just around the corner and I gotta show off them buns of steel, right? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4092719548257843094?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4092719548257843094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4092719548257843094&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4092719548257843094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4092719548257843094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/04/buns-of-steel.html' title='Buns Of Steel'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-1457669156904848305</id><published>2010-04-19T16:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:00:27.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you love someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When the TV series you love ends, you cry and hope for another season…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the artist or band you love retires or breaks up, you cry and hope they come back someday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you love and can’t replace, you cry and you’re left with the memory…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see someone you love suffer, you suffer with them and hope their suffering ends soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but they don’t love you back, you cry and you hope that soon you will be able to forget them and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone you love breaks your heart, you cry and hope that someday you’ll be able to fill that empty space that they left in your heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about when someone you deeply love like a family member gets hurt and you think the worst will happen. All the emotions you though you never had come running down your veins like huge doses of adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I was here on the computer when all of a sudden I heard a loud bang that came from my mother’s room. My aunt and I went running to see what had happened when we found her on the floor passed out. She had slipped and fell unconscious for a few minutes and while she was unconscious my aunt was holding her and tears came running down her cheeks I couldn’t even cry at that moment all I could think about is getting my mother to open her eyes. I kept calling out her name and when she finally woke up; she was completely lost. I kept yelling “Mother, it’s me! Do you see me?, do you recognize me?” and nothing would come out of her mouth she was just staring at the ceiling completely lost. I kept talking to her for a few minutes and she finally said a few words “My head hurts”, just hearing her voice again made me feel alive again. She said she banged her head on the floor and now she felt a lot of pain; we reached the back of her head and she had a HUGE bump. She said she felt dizzy and had a feeling in her stomach like she wanted to throw up. We quickly got dressed and we headed to the hospital at 10pm Tuesday night; the worst part was seeing my mother being taken to the ER in a wheel chair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There was a huge feeling of helplessness inside of me and it hurt me so much to see my mother in pain. It’s awful to see someone you love in pain and you can’t do anything to relieve it. A thousand thoughts came running through my head and the first thought was &lt;em&gt;if something were to happen to her I don’t know what I would do. I can’t picture my life without her; if she's gone I have no one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They ran a tomography to check that her skull and brain was perfectly normal; the x-ray showed that she had no internal bleedings and that her skull had no fractures. We were so thankful that there was no damage done and I finally tears came running down my cheeks as I felt such relieve that everything was going to be fine. They told us that we had to keep an eye on her and that any signs of pain or something abnormal to run back to the hospital. I could not sleep this whole past week just checking up on her that she was still breathing as she slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love is one of the greatest impulses known to man and can have the greatest importance allowing us to throw caution to the wind or even lay down our lives without a second thought. I've never lost a family member that I've been attached to but I bet that If you lose someone you deeply love, that's the most painful thing there can be because I can't even imagine losing neither of my parents right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I love my family to the point of pain. Even the thoughts of something bad happening to them makes me ill and want to cry. Right now, I’m just thankful that my mother is still here with me and I hope it remains this way for years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-1457669156904848305?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1457669156904848305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=1457669156904848305&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/1457669156904848305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/1457669156904848305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-you-love-someone.html' title='When you love someone'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-9038921859576623110</id><published>2010-04-16T15:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:37:41.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;After having two wonderful weeks of Spring break we come back to school and obviously the kids have forgotten it ALL! We just had two days to review and kabam! Here comes their exam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;How did they do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;AWFUL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The fourth graders did really bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The sixth graders did well in English but totally flunked in Science. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It gets me sad, frustrated and angry that some of the kids are flunking when it's all just so easy. What frustrates all of the teachers the most is that we try to do our best but many of the students really don't give a crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, the long and awaited weekend is finally here. THANK GOD. It's been an awful week of grading but it's finally over and I can relax now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;You got any plans for the weekend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Remember have fun and stay safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-9038921859576623110?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/9038921859576623110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=9038921859576623110&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/9038921859576623110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/9038921859576623110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-3254247717017288742</id><published>2010-04-14T19:33:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:57:17.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: I have a psycho girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7957_AIykI/AAAAAAAABOY/fKVNu3oVLV0/s1600/psycho_girlfriend_tshirt-p2352144213773080453p5x_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458215344827583042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7957_AIykI/AAAAAAAABOY/fKVNu3oVLV0/s320/psycho_girlfriend_tshirt-p2352144213773080453p5x_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There will always be a point when we might become enraged, let down and driven to a point of insanity and &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ultimately become the crazy girlfriend, ex-girlfriend or maybe just slighty mad. ;) And if you haven't felt or gone through any of this then major props to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During my one and only meaningful relationship, I trusted my ex-boyfriend deeply and I never once checked his cell phone to see how many girl friends he had and call them or do anything strange like that. By the end of the relationship, I discovered his personal online diary and I read a few things that made me start to feel insecure about myself, about the love he had for me and so I stopped trusting him. I was foolish, childish, I was wrong; I know I ruined the relationship with my insecurities, my jealousy and all the misunderstandings that my head started to create and in the end, it was all in my head or maybe it wasn’t? I’m still not quite sure yet. We were a strong couple but our relationship had suffered too much and failing attempts to revive it, the once loving and enviable relationship disintegrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I am still left with thoughts of sadness, but some things are unsalvageable or maybe they still were who knows; My head had already created a whole new dimension where I began to think less of myself, that I was not worthy, that he deserved someone better than me. My inner self just told me it just wasn’t right anymore; I was becoming a psychotic paranoid girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I lost trust in him I never checked any of his personal belongings like his phone or wallet. And once the relationship was over, I never went back to his online diary. Well, OK, I went back there once or twice again but I haven't been there since, I understood that it was private and that I was not welcomed there, I accepted it and moved on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We still chat once in a while and things are good between us. He is a good person and now that we are not together I would never even think of prank calling, stalking him or his new girlfriend. I actually find it kind of funny because I could not picture myself being behind a car or behind some bushes with some binoculars. lol In the end, I managed to pull myself through it all and not become a psychotic ex-girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I have a problem; a real psychotic girlfriend may be out to get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;About 3 months back, someone from my past came back into my life; we dated a few years back and all of a sudden we just stopped seeing each other and so, we went our separate ways. He said he stopped having a computer for a while and now that he had a new one he was adding all the people back. After not seeing or being in contact with him for almost 4 years; I was intrigued to find out what had become of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we've been chatting for a while now and things are cool between us. A week ago, we were chatting and the conversation started to become flirtatious and then all of a sudden he said “don’t say no more, my girlfriend is here.” I was like “ugh, girlfriend?” And he was like “yeah”. Of course, I thought he was joking around and I went along with it. He said, “Well, my girlfriend wants to say hello to you” I was like “sure, why not!” and so I began to chat with “the girlfriend” still keeping my somewhat flirtatious spark. This guy is a big prankster so obviously I thought it was not for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after the chat, I was in downtown because I was going to eat lunch with my aunt. I was about to reach my aunts job when we saw each other on the street we stopped and talked for about 10 minutes and he asked for my number I gave it to him and he said he’d call me so that we can hang out sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three days later, my cell rang I didn’t recognize the number and it turned out to be my friend Laura who I'm tutoring telling me that she was coming over in a few minutes. A few seconds later, the phone rang again and I though it was Laura again but it wasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maggie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Who is this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maggie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ugh, Lupita. Who’s calling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’m Mary, Jonathan’s girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh, hello Mary. How are you doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I’m fine thanks. Are you the girl I was chatting with last time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ugh, yes, I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ah, ok. I see. I liked your msn photo you're pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maggie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ugh, thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**A LONG awkward moment of silence** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Maggie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sooo, what are you up to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nothing much just here in the park.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Phone hangs up*** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***Phone rings again***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sorry about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maggie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It’s ok, don’t worry about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to apologize for disturbing you. Please forgive me, I never meant to disturb you! I just like to talk to people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maggie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It’s cool. Don’t worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously, I’m terribly sorry for disturbing you. Really, I mean it! I’m sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Don’t worry about it. You can call anytime you want. (What was I suppose to say?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ok, see you soon. Bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maggie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bye &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Hangs up***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That was the creepiest, weirdest conversation of my &lt;em&gt;ENTIRE LIFE&lt;/em&gt;! I swear to God I though she was going to tell me something like “YOU FUCKEN WHORE LEAVE MY MAN ALONE HE IS MINE!” Well, she was probably thinking that deep down inside, eh? The weirdest part is that she kept apologizing about calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with this girl or with this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypothesis 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He asked a friend of his to call me just to make sure it was my number. Yeah, I know that's lame BUT it's possible people actually do that shit sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypothesis 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He is wicked and it is all just a big prank because he never once told me he was dating someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypothesis 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;It really was the girlfriend and now I will be hunted down by this mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day he logged in and said “Mary said she called you? What did you guys talk about?” I was like "nothing special," she said she just called to say “hello” and he said “ok, good. Well you must know that Mary has been acting very jealous and psychotic lately. She calls up all of my girl friends to see who they are and checks up on me to make sure that I’m not lying about who they really are. She’s like a mad, jealous demon!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thanks for the heads up!! FUCKEN ASSHOLE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Who does this stuff? I would never be calling up people just to find out who they are. That's freaky. And what the hell is up with this boy too? Trying to be a two-timer or something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The suckiest part of all of this is that now, everytime my phone rings and it's a number I don't know it gives me goosebumps to pick it up. U_U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-3254247717017288742?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3254247717017288742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=3254247717017288742&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3254247717017288742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3254247717017288742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/04/warning-i-have-psycho-girlfriend.html' title='Warning: I have a psycho girlfriend'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7957_AIykI/AAAAAAAABOY/fKVNu3oVLV0/s72-c/psycho_girlfriend_tshirt-p2352144213773080453p5x_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7075654662648219093</id><published>2010-04-12T18:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:55:26.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ink me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S8Ip4cC7sMI/AAAAAAAABRM/JRqNkul21zQ/s1600/jii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458971747904368834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S8Ip4cC7sMI/AAAAAAAABRM/JRqNkul21zQ/s320/jii.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Two days ago, I went to a tattoo and piercing shop to ask how much a piercing would cost and boy! Is it pricey now, but since I've been meaning to get another one done for a while I g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;ot it done anyways. I pierced my ear lobe for the third time and I actually wanted to get two more piercings on the ear lobe and one on the pinna which is the top of the ear; my new piercing is the mini blue earring and the arrows are pointing to where I want my final two piercings to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was waiting for my turn, there was a mom waiting for her daughter outside. The girl got a piercing on her mouth and I thought my god times are really changing! My mom would have never let me put a piercing on my mouth and specially not at such a young age, that girl was probably around 15 or 16. And I remember when I got my second piercing my mom wasn’t happy about it and now that I got my third one she probably won't like it either but it's been days already and she hasn't noticed but it's most likely that she has but wants to avoid an argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn finally came and the piercer told me to sit down; we started having a good conversation and he asked me what I did for a living; I said I was a teacher. He said he wanted to be a teacher too and that he was almost done with college when he suffered a major car accident. He had to stop going to school and had to take therapy in order to recover. When he was finally ready to go back, the school told him he would have to start from scratch again. And he told himself that he would not go through it all again; he only needed one year to graduate before he suffered the accident. He began to think, besides being a teacher what other things do I like to do? And he decided to become a tattoo artist and a piercer. He said that it's strange how we never know where we will be in the future. And it’s true. You may be going through one path and all of a sudden something happens and you are pushed to another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that dedicate their lives in piercing and tattoos have such amazing stories to tell. It’s like they’ve all been through something and somehow life brought them to where they are now. And many of the people who go get a tattoo done is to have a reminder of something: person, place, thing or an event that marked their lives. Tattoo artists have probably heard all kinds of stories because in truth we all have some sort of story to tell. As I was sitting there and listening to his story it all reminded me of that show on MTV Miami Ink. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, I told my mom I wanted to get a tattoo and she asked where, I said I wanted it on the back of my neck. She said “why put it there? You won’t see it. You should put your tattoo on your forehead that way you’ll see it all the time.” Yeah, she was making fun of me. I said ok, fine! Let me put a temporary tattoo just to see how it looks and she said she’d rather have me pierce my nipple and my vagina than get a tattoo done. I guess she REALLY hates them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I was only kidding. Although I think some tattoos are very creative and artistic I would never get one done. I mean I like watching how they are created on other people but I don't think I would like one on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just to get her frustrated I told her “Ok then, don’t complain when I get my nipples pierced! U_U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets just say that if for some reason you had to get a design on your body, what would it be? And why?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S8Is1h0ECeI/AAAAAAAABRU/-ywPvC84rCI/s1600/fairy-moon-star-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 350px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458974996447889890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S8Is1h0ECeI/AAAAAAAABRU/-ywPvC84rCI/s400/fairy-moon-star-m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have a thing for celestial objects I’d probably get something related to the sun or moon and I'd place it on the back of my neck or shoulder.&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/8213243058067690743-7075654662648219093?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7075654662648219093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7075654662648219093&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7075654662648219093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7075654662648219093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/04/ink-me.html' title='Ink me'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S8Ip4cC7sMI/AAAAAAAABRM/JRqNkul21zQ/s72-c/jii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2385659627217254147</id><published>2010-04-08T18:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:09:52.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New 5th Wonder: Chichen Itza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been in the state of Yucatan for 6 years now and just being one hour and a half away; I finally went to see one of the new wonders of the world. I don't know what took me so long to go! Actually, I do know, there was so much drama when I moved down here that I didn't have time to see anything but my drama. But now that that's over, it was time for me to go out there and see what was up. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Chichen Itza is an archaeological site built by the Maya civilization. It contains various ruins that are now slowly being restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important sites is "El Castillo" (the castle). The tour guide stated that there is a temple inside the pyramid and that they recently discovered another pyramid inside of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GueXLriI/AAAAAAAABOQ/WyPljvAz66Y/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457877562657844770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GueXLriI/AAAAAAAABOQ/WyPljvAz66Y/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GuNEGVjI/AAAAAAAABOI/OKO4J3HL1m8/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457877558014400050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GuNEGVjI/AAAAAAAABOI/OKO4J3HL1m8/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This is the Great Ball Court; it is the largest ball court in ancient Mesoamerica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GtlRTRiI/AAAAAAAABOA/WJJKnoeVkck/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457877547332355618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GtlRTRiI/AAAAAAAABOA/WJJKnoeVkck/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;These are the columns in the Temple of a Thousand Warriors. Each of these columns have a different warrior carved in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GtH8Dm5I/AAAAAAAABN4/wx60NnxjfGY/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457877539458620306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GtH8Dm5I/AAAAAAAABN4/wx60NnxjfGY/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got the tour of Chichen; we were taken to a natural sink hole called "El Cenote Ik Kil". Sink holes are subterranean groundwaters and they have great beauty in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GswTWLGI/AAAAAAAABNw/j_1NbuAw-NU/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457877533113855074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GswTWLGI/AAAAAAAABNw/j_1NbuAw-NU/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GfL3STjI/AAAAAAAABNo/fAEcsBTK32A/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457877299994185266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GfL3STjI/AAAAAAAABNo/fAEcsBTK32A/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was very nice, clear and cold as heck; I had to take a dive in it. I was not in there for long because there was nothing to hang on to and I got tired fast. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75Gea6kXlI/AAAAAAAABNg/qvXylRxWNB4/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457877286854614610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75Gea6kXlI/AAAAAAAABNg/qvXylRxWNB4/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75Gd-tih1I/AAAAAAAABNY/_IzJLsaEpnk/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457877279283775314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75Gd-tih1I/AAAAAAAABNY/_IzJLsaEpnk/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GdhgVq0I/AAAAAAAABNQ/B3CohlHW53M/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457877271443778370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GdhgVq0I/AAAAAAAABNQ/B3CohlHW53M/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The tour was from 9am to 5pm and we ended the tour at a hotel to dine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75Gdb8z5OI/AAAAAAAABNI/LEw50J3d824/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457877269952586978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75Gdb8z5OI/AAAAAAAABNI/LEw50J3d824/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;learned quite a lot; the whole explanation was good, clear and comprehensable but after a while my ears stopped listening. The whole history is awfully bloody involving all &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kinds of sacrifices. Basically, if something was going wrong in their society; drought, floods, wars etc The Mayans would sacrifice people so that they would receive help from the gods to help fix all of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;So, one new wonder down and six to go. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The weekend is here and Spring break is gone; I go back to school on Monday. Here comes the worst part of the school year; kids don't want to work or listen to whatever you have to say and all you basically do is scream your lungs out. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Have an amazing weekend. :)&lt;/span&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2385659627217254147?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2385659627217254147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2385659627217254147&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2385659627217254147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2385659627217254147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-5th-wonder-chichen-itza.html' title='The New 5th Wonder: Chichen Itza'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S75GueXLriI/AAAAAAAABOQ/WyPljvAz66Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-8725089804249163099</id><published>2010-04-05T22:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:52:05.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7qoYw6bExI/AAAAAAAABNA/vHhBCu39Aa0/s1600/confess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456859041913049874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7qoYw6bExI/AAAAAAAABNA/vHhBCu39Aa0/s400/confess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Holy week has just passed and it has always been an important week in the life of a Christian Catholic, but of course, there are some people who don't care much about it. I was raised to believe in God, Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary and I was told that I should try to go to mass every Sunday, that I should confess myself at least once a month and that I should take in The Holy Eucharist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my family is religious because they do believe in god and so on; we aren't extremely religious because we don't go to mass very Sunday, we don't confess every month or take The Holy Eucharist either. My mother and father don't believe in the church, and believe that we don't have to confess ourselves before any priest but only to Jesus Christ. And that kneeling before him is a better confession than kneeling before a priest. Mother claims that during her young adult years she saw priests do and say unkind things to people and due to these past events she stopped believing in the church and in priests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother does go to mass because even though she says she doesn’t believe in the church, she goes to mass to listen to the gospel which contains the words of Jesus Christ as she states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I confessed myself and took the Holy Communion was 13 years ago when I made my first communion. Recently, my godmother has kept insisting my mother and I that we should do it; confess and take the Holy Communion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school I work for is Catholic; they give the kids catechism, and teach them everything that envolves this religion. We are all taught to be a catechist in a certain way. I do teach the children how to pray in the English Language. This was actually just established this year. I had to teach the children The Lord’s Prayer and The Hail Mary Prayer; we teach them values, morals and ethics. And I do find it very hypocritical on my behalf to be teaching this and not actually going through some of the things that are being taught. I actually had been meaning to do it for a while but I don't know the reason why I had not gone forward with it. Maybe I wasn't ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so, last Thursday I did it; I went and got confessed. Once I was there I really didn’t know what to say to the priest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest: Tell me your sins my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Well, ugh, I have a short tempered and sometimes I take it out on my family, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest: Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Well, ugh, mmm, I don’t think so. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest: Ok my dear go off now and say 5 Our Father's and 5 Hail Mary Prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Ok father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest: Don’t wait so long to come and confess dear; once a month is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Yes father. U_U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were awkward moments of silence, and I can sense he might have been annoyed by the fact that after 13 years I had nothing more to say. Hey man, I was nervous and scared, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did mother’s confession go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Well, she states that she told the priest why she didn’t believe in them or in the church. The priest's answer to her comment was that not every priest is evil and that now the Vatican is working on getting rid of all of those who are not worthy of being called a priest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-8725089804249163099?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8725089804249163099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=8725089804249163099&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8725089804249163099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8725089804249163099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/04/losing-my-religion.html' title='Losing my religion'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7qoYw6bExI/AAAAAAAABNA/vHhBCu39Aa0/s72-c/confess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-8606567572088984016</id><published>2010-04-01T23:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:02:58.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Trolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7Vl1rLHEVI/AAAAAAAABKI/XdwafZPpTrQ/s1600/258Troll_spray.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455378496426021202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7Vl1rLHEVI/AAAAAAAABKI/XdwafZPpTrQ/s320/258Troll_spray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Now that I'm on Spring break I have a lot of spare time, and I've finally turned on my poor dusty television! YAY! And what do I find myself with? That the world has become even more insane. Well not the world; mankind is just mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was in HS; I was never bullied and I never bullied anyone either. And none of my friends experienced anything like that. So what's up now? Just this week, two teen girls have committed suicide because of bullying and so many other awful events have occurred because of these harassments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, what is the world dealing with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet trolls; I swear to god that I had not heard of that term until now that all of these harassments are presenting themselves to teens. These so called Internet Trolls are people who basically have too much time on their hands and post outrageous comments on message boards to hurt people's feelings. The trolls wait for people's reactions and then they continue to flame that person or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I swear that all of that was unheard of in my days. Of course, social networking wasn’t at its peak as it is now. The scariest part of it all is that teens are really taking it to the heart and are committing suicide. Why are teens reacting like this? Do they feel like there is no way out and that they will continue to be bullied all their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who have struggled and have gone through horrible things through out their lives and maybe there was a point where they wanted to vanish from the face of the earth but these people were strong enough to keep going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Are teenagers these days not strong enough? Is mankind not strong enough to &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;deal with such situations anymore? And how can kids be so evil nowadays? :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A convo I had today with a close friend of mine. People definetly have problems. U_U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; My lil niece got bullied, I did too a lil in elementary. But then I did all the bullying! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; How sad huh. Dang I was mean now that I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss M@ggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; haha Yeah, you were a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss M@ggie :&lt;/span&gt; but it wasn't so bad like it is now, kids are commiting suicide because of it; 15 and 16 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; True. I dont know a solution that doesnt involve violence hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; Unos buenos putazos (Some good punches and bitch slaps) from the bullie's parents to their kid should do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; Like if they called me from school saying that 15yr old Charlotte is picking on weird girl Ellen Imma kick Charlottes ass when she gets home. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss M@ggie :&lt;/span&gt; You go girl! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; Then I'mma explain to her why Ellen is weird. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss M@ggie :&lt;/span&gt; You're gonna be a great parent, did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; I still have suicidal days. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss M@ggie :&lt;/span&gt; Ok, maybe not! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss M@ggie :&lt;/span&gt; yeah, we've all had them haha but the question now&lt;br /&gt;is why havent we done it? and our asses have been through more shit, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; Oh i know dude but you know I'm glad you brought this up. lol Cuz I take the train. And there are some days when i just feel like walking infront of it. It's more like an urge that I have to fight, NOT to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; It's so weird, I'm crazy. It's creepy and it's just recent. So when I get the train I make sure to have my mp3 player with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss M@ggie :&lt;/span&gt; throw yourself infront of a bici! (bike) I'll run ya over if you want, so you can get it out of your system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; I use to take the train from Fullerton to L.A. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I would have to wait for it inside the building cuz I would get the stupid urge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss M@ggie :&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;re you serious? Don't make me go there and beat the crap out of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Maybe in my past life (I killed myself like that, who knows) me mate asi Quien sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This dude just came into the office and I had to stop the porno clip I was working on Ugh, So now I have to wait more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss M@ggie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We've got major issues. U_U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gwen:&lt;/span&gt; Naw dude we're pretty normal if you ask me. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-8606567572088984016?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8606567572088984016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=8606567572088984016&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8606567572088984016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8606567572088984016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/04/internet-trolls_02.html' title='Internet Trolls'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7Vl1rLHEVI/AAAAAAAABKI/XdwafZPpTrQ/s72-c/258Troll_spray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-6034132295484944782</id><published>2010-03-30T21:46:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:14:22.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a wish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7FwhZXYEUI/AAAAAAAABJo/erkPND7rsIk/s1600/Foto0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454264342769307970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7FwhZXYEUI/AAAAAAAABJo/erkPND7rsIk/s320/Foto0254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;What did you wish for when you turned 25?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;I am now in my mid 20's; I turned 25 on the 5th of March. On that day, I received money from the school and money from my co-workers too. They also got me a small carrot cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;I didn't celebrate my birthday until a week later not that I was looking forward to it. I kind of wanted it to go unnoticed &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and sort of managed for it to be that way. So, a week later, I went out to dinner with my co-workers and another night I went out with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've always told myself that the year I turned 25 I would make that year &lt;strong&gt;ROCK&lt;/strong&gt;. For some odd reason, I find 25 the perfect lucky number don't ask me why, maybe it's because it's in between, you're not young but not old either. haha Yeah, that's lame. Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7FwgaylsPI/AAAAAAAABJY/UVm1_QbEAhc/s1600/jhh.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454264325972013298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7FwgaylsPI/AAAAAAAABJY/UVm1_QbEAhc/s320/jhh.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So anyways, the year started out shaky but as it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;has progressed things have taken a turn for the good. My health is better; I've stopped having muscular and chest pain which led me to stop taking medication for fibromyalgia; the mood swings vanished as well. I started exercising and having a healthy diet and I've managed to lose quite a few pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Now that I have entered this "new stage" I wonder what life has instored for me. I have told myself that I won't waste any time in stupid things, situations or stupid people. I will have fun; do things I've never though of doing, meeting new people, going to new places and just simply &lt;strong&gt;RELAX!&lt;/strong&gt; Try to keep it cool and stress free all year round. I've managed to be stress free for a while now it's a huge challenge especially when you're job requieres you to deal with kids, teachers, and parents. U_U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7Jl7nfIlkI/AAAAAAAABKA/Hfk_b_W7kyE/s1600/OKOK.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454534173585348162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7Jl7nfIlkI/AAAAAAAABKA/Hfk_b_W7kyE/s320/OKOK.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During these 25 years of life, I have experienced good and bad things. I've laughed, cried, screamed, shouted, gotten angry, fallen out of love, fallen in love, and have had a roller coaster ride of emotions. I've made mistakes and I'm slowly learning from them. I know for a fact that I will continue to make mistakes and I will continue to learn during this journey called &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Sometimes we think life is lame, boring, and even stupid. Well, it is!! It can be all of that but it can also be great. Life is a combo of so many things; we have ups and downs. There are always two options either sink or rise up from the obstacles, of course, that is easier said than done but it can be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now at 25, I have a job that I enjoy and it pays fairly well, my health is restoring itself, I have a good family that is always looking out for me, positive people surround me all the time and if they start to get negative on me I'll make sure to smack them in the face&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; because that is the least I want for myself right now and that is to be surrounded by negative people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;The day I turned 25, I told myself "Maggie, lighten up! and stop being a bitch and a big emo whiner!" And so, I have stopped, I am now perfect! HONEST! U_U haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;So, what's next...who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-6034132295484944782?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6034132295484944782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=6034132295484944782&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6034132295484944782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6034132295484944782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-wish.html' title='Make a wish!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7FwhZXYEUI/AAAAAAAABJo/erkPND7rsIk/s72-c/Foto0254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-689453957004797431</id><published>2010-03-28T20:54:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:20:33.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalking by proxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7AXpcWhKhI/AAAAAAAABIY/nPO5Vl28_sQ/s1600/stalking_162532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453885149498386962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7AXpcWhKhI/AAAAAAAABIY/nPO5Vl28_sQ/s200/stalking_162532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;About a year ago, someone added me to their facebook; I accepted and after that they never talked to me again. Then after a while, they started befriending me and we started to comment each other more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, a friend of mine asked me to add a person because she wanted to check out their profile but didn’t want to add them. I agreed. She gave me the URL but I noticed I already had that person. I asked who that person was and she said “my ex husband”; I though oh my, what a small world. A few days before he started befriending me I had uploaded a few pictures and she came out in them and now it made more sense why he started to chat me up out of nowhere. Creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, msn had an article up about how the term stalk is commonly used to refer to unwanted attention by individuals to others; stalking behaviors are related to harassment, intimidation and can be defined as the willful and repeated following, watching, or harassing of another person. But now, with all the technology we have around us, people are using it for the wrong purposes; people hacking into other people’s email, MySpace, facebook accounts pretending to be others and in result there are more people harassing ,blackmailing, kidnapping and doing other harmful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading the article, my friend asked me if she could have my facebook password so that she can snoop around this fellow’s website. *laughs* I though that was creepy and hilarious at the same time giving that I was reading the article when she asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;She was like “if you don’t want to I can totally understand!” Ugh, duh! Of course I don’t want to! That was pretty retarded to say after asking. I told her my account was private and suggested her to create another account and add him there. So she did…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, she has become sort of obsessed… I’m not sure where this will all lead to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’m at a coffee shop right now, I’ll have to continue my post later, some creep on a bench outside is staring at me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-689453957004797431?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/689453957004797431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=689453957004797431&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/689453957004797431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/689453957004797431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/03/stalking-by-proxy.html' title='Stalking by proxy'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S7AXpcWhKhI/AAAAAAAABIY/nPO5Vl28_sQ/s72-c/stalking_162532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-8034661241037176236</id><published>2010-03-20T10:41:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:34:01.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape 2 Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S6UDcGB23EI/AAAAAAAABGI/cUh-nDE-n9g/s1600-h/disguise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450766705191476290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S6UDcGB23EI/AAAAAAAABGI/cUh-nDE-n9g/s320/disguise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s always good to have a stable routine because you pretty much know what you have to do during the day, you‘ve got everything planned out but that can also become a total snore fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a school event to attend to this past week. I ditched it. I went to the movies instead. Once I was there, I'd look all around me to make sure no one I knew was there. Yeah, I’m lame but I was paranoid thinking someone might see me knowing that I wasn't supposed to be there but somewhere else. Two other people from work tagged along with me so that was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Needless to say, I had a great time with the people I went with. I don't really like going out on weekdays because I feel exhausted but I really needed a day off to forget about work and all the crap they are making us do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We've been having a lot of courses and events at our school. In fact, tomorrow sunday, we have a school event to attend to. We get Monday off so that's ok but still! Sunday is Sunday after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hope you are all having a wonderful weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-8034661241037176236?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8034661241037176236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=8034661241037176236&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8034661241037176236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8034661241037176236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/03/escape-2-wonderland.html' title='Escape 2 Wonderland'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S6UDcGB23EI/AAAAAAAABGI/cUh-nDE-n9g/s72-c/disguise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-6351069971572534644</id><published>2010-03-15T12:34:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:51:16.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The M Files: The Camping Out Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Living in our fast-paced society is a stressful existence and that is why I have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;kept me away from blogsphere for a bit but I'm back. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I recently went camping and not that anything eerie happened but it reminded me of certain “scary” TV programs I used to watch when growing up. One of the most popular series was a nickelodeon show called&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; “Are You Afraid of the Dark?”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Does anyone recall it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, this series revolved around a group of teenagers who referred themselves as "The Midnight Society". And every week, at a secret location in the woods, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;they would sit around a campfire and swap scary stories. Some of the stories were creepy, but never gory or excessively frightening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine asked me if I was sure I wanted to camp out in Chelem. He says the whole port is haunted. He claims to have had a frightening experience there and is afraid to stay there once the sun begins to set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunetly, nothing bad, creepy or frightening happened on this trip to the beach and not that I had any spare time to even notice if any strange things were occuring around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the show &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Are you Afraid of the Dark?",&lt;/span&gt; I bring to you the second episode of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The M Files: The Camping Out Madness.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dgm2U319gFw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dgm2U319gFw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Has anything strange or frightening happened to you while you were out camping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-6351069971572534644?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6351069971572534644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=6351069971572534644&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6351069971572534644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6351069971572534644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/03/m-files-camping-out-madness.html' title='The M Files: The Camping Out Madness'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-6681095000542255085</id><published>2010-02-25T20:10:00.027-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:30:35.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey on the loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4R-inJlDPI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WSsjJDemIP8/s1600-h/OKMAP.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441613382860213490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4R-inJlDPI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WSsjJDemIP8/s400/OKMAP.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;During my days off, I went to the state of Querétaro and then to México City. It was a very unexpected trip. I had previously decided not to go on this trip because I had some issues to resolve but at the last minute I was like "Oh, fuck it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I were going to catch the 7:30pm flight but a friend of ours got a call from her uncle who is a pilot and said we should take an ealier flight because that flight might not have seats available. So, on Friday the 12th I got out of work at 12 pm and I went running home to pack my things. I left my house at 2:45 and arrived at the airport at exactly 3:00pm. I bought my plane ticket 1 hour before boarding the airplane. I called up mother saying I was leaving! haha She was angry for my sudden change of mind. She was especially angry because I was about to board the plane when I called saying "Ma, I'll be back in 4 days".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SCfUsl-XI/AAAAAAAAA-w/jPKRCcKmKkQ/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441617724413704562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SCfUsl-XI/AAAAAAAAA-w/jPKRCcKmKkQ/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Obviously, since I bought my ticket at the last minute, it turned out to be expensive. My ticket cost me almost a month’s salary. *sighs* But that's what I get for my stupidity of changing my mind every darn second. I had not flown in about 4 years but I’d had flown before a few times and I remember they would give us decent things to munch on. I was stupid enough to think that because my ticket cost me a damn fortune, I would receive something decent to eat but all I got for lunch were some damn peanuts and a freaking coke and I was starving to death because I didn´t have time to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SDCs9PsQI/AAAAAAAAA-4/At3F0oMCjfs/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441618332221419778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SDCs9PsQI/AAAAAAAAA-4/At3F0oMCjfs/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;There were no flights available to arrive directly to Querétaro. So we arrived to México´s City’s International Airport at 6 pm and from there we had to catch a bus to take us to the state of Querétaro the drive was 3 hours long. We arrived at midnight and we spent all of Saturday there. It is such a beautiful state. I would definitely consider moving away there but oh my goodness the weather is windy and cold as heck! Oh but the streets, the houses everything was very beautiful but it did seem to be a very expensive place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My friend’s family treated us like royalty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;They showed us around different places we tried various foods and had a great time. We left Querétaro 4 am Sunday we caught the bus again and it was another 3 hours back! We arrived to México City at 8 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I was able to take a few pictures of the drive. The view was gorgeous! You can see the mountains with ice caps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SEMIFApnI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/F-UeLvDuQI4/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441619593632196210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SEMIFApnI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/F-UeLvDuQI4/s320/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SEL6VA80I/AAAAAAAAA_I/pMoEU3lWfEo/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441619589941228354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SEL6VA80I/AAAAAAAAA_I/pMoEU3lWfEo/s320/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SJ3vt28UI/AAAAAAAABBg/O7tKhS0K1wk/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441625840565023042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SJ3vt28UI/AAAAAAAABBg/O7tKhS0K1wk/s320/8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SJ3GQIgnI/AAAAAAAABBY/DD5EZnzPajY/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived to the place we were going to stay at, we quickly got ready and went off to Six Flags. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the awful traffic this city has, it is a real mission to get around places. First, we took a bus, second we took the metro, then we took another bus but we finally got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SJ2nNvqsI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-TVzFDwB5Rw/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441625821102975682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SJ2nNvqsI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-TVzFDwB5Rw/s320/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather reports had stated that Mexico City was rainy and that most of the city was underwater. I´m telling you, the news lies! Fucken liars! There was no rain, no floods, no trace of any water in sight. We were blessed with gorgeous weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441625829434491506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SJ3GQIgnI/AAAAAAAABBY/DD5EZnzPajY/s320/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water rides are my top favorite. I got soaking wet. It felt sooo good! I love feeling the adrenaline running through my veins but I´m still a scary cat when it comes to many of the other rides. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SIr1yhXgI/AAAAAAAABAo/inHbMn9lofw/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SIsa3QCNI/AAAAAAAABAw/sPICZP2qURE/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624546477082834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SIsa3QCNI/AAAAAAAABAw/sPICZP2qURE/s320/14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I was getting a tad bit hungry and I was ready to eat just about anything in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SIs270oxI/AAAAAAAABA4/UrS8N4S2stQ/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624554012451602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SIs270oxI/AAAAAAAABA4/UrS8N4S2stQ/s320/13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with Sylvester because I hate tweety! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SIrTqz2_I/AAAAAAAABAY/cy2GmEtRA3E/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624527365987314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SIrTqz2_I/AAAAAAAABAY/cy2GmEtRA3E/s320/17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;During my trip, I met the monkey of my dreams. He took my breath away. I mean just look at him! Look at those drunky eyes and that gorgeous smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SIrqc6m8I/AAAAAAAABAg/7DF2MX2thmM/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624533481724866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SIrqc6m8I/AAAAAAAABAg/7DF2MX2thmM/s320/16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieting and working out has surely paid off! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SG1c_3kqI/AAAAAAAABAI/cPPQdVmerMs/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441622502645666466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SG1c_3kqI/AAAAAAAABAI/cPPQdVmerMs/s320/19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could not leave without my bunny ears and my picture with bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441622482485124226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SG0R5OHII/AAAAAAAAA_4/XgWrfp1knas/s320/21.jpg" /&gt; My friends and I got dressed up in old vintage costumes. We took a black and white vintage picture that came out absolutely hilarious! I don´t have a scanner so I can´t upload it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the pictures we took ourselves. Sorry, I had to erase my friends face, she wanted to remain &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;anonymous. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There was not enough time to get on all the rides and watch all the shows but we were able to catch the Van Helsing and the Dolphin &amp;amp; Seal discovery show. My friends and I agreed that next time we come back we will take a dive with the dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SG0MKXW7I/AAAAAAAAA_w/8lb_cZgUYV8/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441622480946420658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SG0MKXW7I/AAAAAAAAA_w/8lb_cZgUYV8/s320/22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we went to different museums, art galleries and we went on a shopping spree. Many of the things there are really cheap! I wanted everything in sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SF2vFDM4I/AAAAAAAAA_o/rwoXg4YEWA0/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441621425167479682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SF2vFDM4I/AAAAAAAAA_o/rwoXg4YEWA0/s320/23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mexico´s famous Cathedral "La Basilica".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SF1noc9EI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/lxyZ4217jIE/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441621405988615234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4SF1noc9EI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/lxyZ4217jIE/s320/25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my last picture down at the metro. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days were not enough. I wanted to cry when we were leaving because I didn´t want to come back home. It has been one of the most fun and exhausting trips I´ve ever experienced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;We were like monkeys on the loose! The whole trip was hectic and chaotic, it was like run to the airport, get on the plane, get off the plane, run to the bus, get off the bus, get a cab, sleep one hour, get up, get dressed, run to the bus, run to the metro, eat fast and so on. The total hours slept during those fours days were approximately 10 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I arrived home on Tuesday 16th totally exhausted. But I had to come back to my cruel reality. Once I set foot in my house, I quickly started grading Science exams because grades were due the FUCKEN NEXT DAY! *sighs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-6681095000542255085?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6681095000542255085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=6681095000542255085&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6681095000542255085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/6681095000542255085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/02/monkey-on-loose.html' title='Monkey on the loose'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4R-inJlDPI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WSsjJDemIP8/s72-c/OKMAP.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7821110295434010097</id><published>2010-02-22T17:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:43:51.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The M Files: Maggie in the clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4LzZl8tEZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KViTzpR-epU/s1600-h/MMM.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441178920825983378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4LzZl8tEZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KViTzpR-epU/s400/MMM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The &lt;strike&gt;shitty&lt;/strike&gt; simple life has kept me busy and forced me to be away from blogsphere for about two weeks. I was out of town for a few days &lt;strike&gt;whoring around&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;working hard&lt;/strike&gt; resting with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bring to you “The M Files” which will consist of a monthly video podcast on different topics. Some topics may be mysterious, funny, sad or stupid but either way I hope to get a smile, laugh or tear out of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a fact that there are strange and mysterious things in our world. Do you consider yourself a believer or a skeptic in strange phenomenon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first episode is called “Maggie in the Clouds”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kf6vmmwRw4U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kf6vmmwRw4U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who was Maggie flying with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a) a bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b) superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c) a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;d) asteroid boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;e) UFO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;f) a blimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;g) none of the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;And no, the person in the video isn't an Alien. It is just lil ol me having a bad hair day, OK??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7821110295434010097?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7821110295434010097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7821110295434010097&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7821110295434010097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7821110295434010097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/02/m-files-maggie-in-clouds.html' title='The M Files: Maggie in the clouds'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S4LzZl8tEZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KViTzpR-epU/s72-c/MMM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7103624600430501406</id><published>2010-02-09T21:06:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:15:41.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Shaped Chocolates or Sweet Pink Cotton Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S3ITR5IfUyI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/vcJukELUgt0/s1600-h/DSCN0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436428898304742178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S3ITR5IfUyI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/vcJukELUgt0/s200/DSCN0783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;As Valentine's Day approaches we start to see all kinds of merchandise. The usual gifts people give out are cards, chocolates, flowers, stuffed animals and balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever received anything out of the ordinary? What was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnival is also approaching and people make a huge deal out of it and it will clash with Valentine's Day. So, I'm wondering what will conquer? Will Carnival take over? And will Valentine's Day go unnoticed? Either way both suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm only saying Valentine's Day sucks because I have no one to share that day with. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Carnival REALLY does suck. Why does Carnival suck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Too many drunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Too much trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The trash makes the streets smelly and gross as hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;5. Carnival are 5 days of awful traffic and masses of people shoving each other in the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Of course, there are people who love Carnival, they love to put on costumes and love to dance in the streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe I should try it and I might like it? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;A few friends want to go to Carnival next Tuesday and I agreed to tag along but I might be out of town during this short break. So, we'll see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;School ends on Friday and we go back till Wednesday!!! YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Okay, I guess Carnival isn't so bad. I take it back! It is awesome! We get days off from work. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7103624600430501406?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7103624600430501406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7103624600430501406&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7103624600430501406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7103624600430501406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/02/heart-shaped-chocolates-or-sweet-pink_10.html' title='Heart Shaped Chocolates or Sweet Pink Cotton Candy'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S3ITR5IfUyI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/vcJukELUgt0/s72-c/DSCN0783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2428617285407045001</id><published>2010-02-06T19:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:38:50.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Things Of Moonstruck Maggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S24WVI_83EI/AAAAAAAAA7g/ebNF5ZZ-hMI/s1600-h/Simple%2BThings%2Bwith%2Btext.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435306352731544642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S24WVI_83EI/AAAAAAAAA7g/ebNF5ZZ-hMI/s320/Simple%2BThings%2Bwith%2Btext.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Hello, my lovely bloggers. How's your weekend going along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;As you all know or have seen, I usually don't post during the weekend due to &lt;strike&gt;laziness&lt;/strike&gt; work. But today I'm doing it for a good cause. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrisalba-enchantedoak.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;underline&gt;Enchanted Oak&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; is doing a Simple Things Challenge today and tomorrow. All you need to do is post about the simple things you cherish, link up and for each post or comment on her blog $2 will be donated to a medical clinic in Haiti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Simple things that bring joy and laughter to my life: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Mother's nasty jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Father trying to talk cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;-The internet. I can stay in touch with friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- People taking the time to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Reading your blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- A good workout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- GUACAMOLE with TORTILLA CHIPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Going out with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Making sand castles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;-Grapefruit Juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Friends trying cheering me up when I'm in emo mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- My school children's smile when they get a good grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- ICE CREAM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Waking up late when I have no course to go to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all having a lovely weekend. If you have a few minutes to spare I hope that you can take the time and participate on this magnificent deed. Click Away to &lt;a href="http://chrisalba-enchantedoak.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;underline&gt;Enchanted Oak's Blog!&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2428617285407045001?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2428617285407045001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2428617285407045001&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2428617285407045001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2428617285407045001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-things-of-moonstruck-maggie.html' title='The Simple Things Of Moonstruck Maggie'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S24WVI_83EI/AAAAAAAAA7g/ebNF5ZZ-hMI/s72-c/Simple%2BThings%2Bwith%2Btext.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5382954564743269579</id><published>2010-02-03T20:14:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:26:21.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it travel down the years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In Mexico, the month of February is known as the month of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“El Amor y La Amistad&lt;/span&gt;” meaning the month of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Love and Friendship”.&lt;/span&gt; It is a month that is highly celebrated here and in many parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin to compare things from the past to things from today’s world in Mexican culture, and most likely the same in other cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that time changes and oh boy do they change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the days before becoming involved with someone you first needed to go to the girls house and talk to her parents, and ask for permission to court their daughter and then you could officially be called “boyfriend” and “girlfriend”. And when couples used to go out they of course couldn’t forget to take the good ole chaperone with them, but nowadays you just show up, introduce yourself as such and done! Of course, that doesn’t mean everyone does it like that there are exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard an elderly man mention that he would take women serenades, roses, write them love letters and that they would fall flat in love with him and that those small details are getting lost; those love letters have become emails, text messages. The serenades are now just going to some random disco, going to a concert of your favorite artist or just going to a good restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S2ot8V4-4gI/AAAAAAAAA64/xkTr9ZpHf6s/s1600-h/4119584723_f96ee3cdcb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434206415067472386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S2ot8V4-4gI/AAAAAAAAA64/xkTr9ZpHf6s/s320/4119584723_f96ee3cdcb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let’s go into chivalry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are the old-fashioned days of chivalry gone or has it evolved to something different now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a damsel in distress and you are trapped in a witches enchanted castle. And what is your only hope for survival? Your knight in shinning armor, right? He will battle all the obstacles encountered and somehow find a way to reach you. Finally, rescued and saved from the wicked witch he will carry you off in his white horse and you will both live happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me, where in the story did the princess ever say she didn’t need any help getting saved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Changes in life and customs made people get in their heads that chivalry and equality could not co-exist. Of course, women asked for equality but that doesn’t mean we don’t want to feel special and loved, guys! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think chivalry of today exists in a different form. It now means being kind and courteous to anyone, regardless if we are romantically interested in them or not. This means helping out people when they are in need. For example, helping the elderly cross the street or helping them with their grocery bag, saying “Thank you” when someone helps you, “bless you” when someone sneezes and other little things we might think are insignificant. But it is a shame to say that kindness to strangers has become rare because people slam doors in people’s faces, and pushing each other in line. And now, common courtesy doesn't exist as much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/j7wbkk.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have heard a few men claiming that they stop being courteous because their actions go unnoticed and unappreciated by us girls. There are also situations where there are women who wait for men to walk ahead of them and open the door, while on the other you have the gentlemen who do open the door for them, only to have his date tell him that she doesn't need his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of us should sit back and re-evaluate things that are important in our lives. Chivalry now stands for kindness, hope, respect and love for yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some of us encounter chivalry every day in the simple acts of kidness like having someone hold a door open for you, or pick something up when you drop it, or asking you if you are “Ok” because you look down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is chivalry gone? Not really, although it has evolved into something different. I have met very courteous men and women and of course I have met some that are not as much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the bottom line is that some guys and girls are wonderful while others are complete assholes. I’m kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, in the month of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“El Amor y la Amistad”&lt;/span&gt; I invite you to smile to a stranger, help someone in need, hug your loved ones, apologize if you’ve made a mistake, love yourself and show love, respect yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to say “Thank you” when someone does something nice for you! Make sure you let them know how much you appreciate those things. Sometimes we let those small things pass us by and we forget to show them how much we truly appreciate their kind acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5382954564743269579?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5382954564743269579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5382954564743269579&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5382954564743269579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5382954564743269579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-it-travel-down-years.html' title='Let it travel down the years'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S2ot8V4-4gI/AAAAAAAAA64/xkTr9ZpHf6s/s72-c/4119584723_f96ee3cdcb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4817696410238825882</id><published>2010-02-01T13:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:51:03.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How's Your Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You’re young&lt;br /&gt;You’re starting&lt;br /&gt;Your hearts opened&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes see a rainbow full of opportunities and adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m old&lt;br /&gt;I’m ending&lt;br /&gt;My heart is closed&lt;br /&gt;My eyes see a never ending empty road of failure, sadness and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Societies beating heart of rejection and prejudice&lt;br /&gt;That is what we must fight&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to fight it?&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;Love is tears&lt;br /&gt;Love is hugs&lt;br /&gt;Love is obstacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;That’s not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts are not opened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My heart is not opened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4817696410238825882?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4817696410238825882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4817696410238825882&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4817696410238825882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4817696410238825882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/02/hows-your-heart.html' title='How&apos;s Your Heart?'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-150882927848244688</id><published>2010-01-28T20:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:49:32.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave your one eyed monster alone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;There &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;is a rumor going around at our school that a 6th grade English teacher sent out a report to some 6th grader's parent saying that their son was masturbating during class. There are only two 6th grade English teachers and I'm one of them. My coordinator asked my co-worker and I if we had sent out a report and to tell her what we wrote down but neither of us wrote such a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Supposedly, some kids are saying that a boy was masturbating during English class and that a report was sent out. We were also informed that a few parents came to school to complain that such a note was sent or was going to be sent. I'm not quite sure what the hell is going on but one thing I know for sure is that these sixth graders have gone wild!! We are having a lot of issues about sex and sexual things with them. Some of the desks have huge penises drawn on them and there are even some drawn on the walls! When and at what time do they draw them?? I have no clue! I haven't seen or caught anyone redhanded but those drawings just keep showing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;How would you write the report?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear, Mr. and Mrs. Garcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today during your son's English class he was touching his private parts. Please talk to him and tell him to do it somewhere more private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Lupita&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/8213243058067690743-150882927848244688?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/150882927848244688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=150882927848244688&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/150882927848244688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/150882927848244688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/01/leave-your-one-eyed-monster-alone.html' title='Leave your one eyed monster alone!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2447285524312068226</id><published>2010-01-24T20:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:49:48.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Karma Police</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What goes around comes around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I was talking to my ex boyfriend and I told him that I received a strange e-mail. In the email, a person that I stopped talking to wrote a brief apology saying "If I ever hurt you I’m terribly sorry". I was surprised by the e-mail but I never wrote back to the person. It was something from the past that didn’t matter to me anymore. It did leave me wondering what could have happened to this person that made them write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, a few weeks ago, this same person added me to their messenger using another account. And of course, if I would have known it was them I would have not accepted. Not that it was a big deal or anything I just didn't feel the need to talk to this person or find out anything about them. So anyways, we chatted for a while and they apologized once again "Hey, if I ever did something that made you feel bad I’m really sorry about it. I have learned my lesson and it is a lesson that still hurts a lot and it’s incredible how the universe is so perfect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to a person after they have told you something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said "well, it was a long time ago and it’s in the past but thank you for apologizing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was intrigued to find out what was the cause for the apology. What made them want to take such action but I didn’t ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to this person for just a while, I can see that they are the same cynic person. And I think to myself, what is the point of apologizing if you haven’t changed. I mean maybe yes, they are deeply sorry for their actions in the past but it would have been better if they had never apologized but changed their ways? Does that make sense? Is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question now is what if they would have apologized earlier would karma still find its way to get them back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there are certain people who get hurt and use that as an excuse to hurt others. Or maybe they feel the need to punish others claiming that they deserve it--playing the Karma Police. Sure, Karma exists. Things come back to bite you on the ass. But, also, most people are vicious and miserable and they like to punish people for making mistakes--they love to gossip, they love to hate. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was writing today’s entry I decided to listen to Radiohead’s song "Karma Police" for a little inspiration. There is a phrase in the song "For a minute there I lost myself" which is actually very true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sometimes you find yourself thinking about the past, have I done any wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;to anyone or thinking back to the people who have hurt you and you go back to those memories… for a split second you do lose yourself again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2447285524312068226?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2447285524312068226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2447285524312068226&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2447285524312068226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2447285524312068226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/01/karma-police.html' title='The Karma Police'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-130313650849784950</id><published>2010-01-21T21:48:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:50:00.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are a week and two days away from finishing January of 2010. How did you start the year? Did you start on the right foot? Did you write any New Year Resolutions? Did you swear to go through with them this year? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's been a few years that I don't write any resolutions because a month later I would just forget what they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;January has been better than December that's fore sure! December was full of melancholy due to a recent break up and I was just bouncing from doctor to doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The first week of January was terriblee! Having to wake up at 5:30am again simply sucked. The second week was a week of grading madness and kids had their exams. Now this week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;has been OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The kids have started out really great and I'm truly surprised &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; surprised actually. Sixth grade is such a tough age to deal with! Kids hormones are on the loose. They think they are "the bomb" and that they should be allowed to get away with anything because they are "kids having fun". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was a good kid back in Elementary and Middle School but then High School came and I started slacking off a bit on my grades but I was still a good kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, the weekend is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hope everyone has a beautiful weekend full of rest and fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-130313650849784950?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/130313650849784950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=130313650849784950&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/130313650849784950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/130313650849784950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-2010.html' title='January 2010'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2684263190281633086</id><published>2010-01-20T17:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:14:30.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm rich!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, not really but I got a raise! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;our school gets a raise every year. It's not a lot but these days a little extra something is something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sixth graders are behaving so well and that is truly something to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the nutritionist again and I've lost 8 pounds in total. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Has anyone been having trouble commenting in my blog? Someone e-mailed me saying they couldn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today's post is a little random. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2684263190281633086?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2684263190281633086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2684263190281633086&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2684263190281633086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2684263190281633086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-money.html' title='I Love Money!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-8623736772320583654</id><published>2010-01-18T20:05:00.036-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:30:52.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fibro, What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S1UWBSl23FI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/WPYdvSIS0e8/s1600-h/Sailor-Jupiter-Lita-Kino221.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428269137291304018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S1UWBSl23FI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/WPYdvSIS0e8/s320/Sailor-Jupiter-Lita-Kino221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Three weeks ago, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia which is a rheumatic condition. Some of the symptoms I’ve had are widespread muscle and joint pain, extreme fatigue, numbness in the face and head, migraine headaches, sensitivity to the light, sleep and mood disturbances as well as depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Sometimes it feels like if my muscles have been overworked when I haven’t exercised at all it’s like this awful stabbing pain. Half my face and mouth would go numb; I spent about two weeks sleeping only two or three hours a night. My sight was terrible. If I was in a bus or car I would sometimes have to close my eyes and hold my head tight because I would get dizzy. It felt like I was riding a roller coaster! I had no balance and would often trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the blood test done to make sure it wasn’t something more serious but the results showed that I only had high triglycerides due to too much consumption of alcohol and chocolates during the Christmas festivities, oops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dealing with this has been extremely difficult because I'm very limited. I get awful chest and back pain and I don’t want to move at all. I just start breathing really slow so that the pain goes away. Fatigue has been extreme and I really can’t rest much during the week since I’m loaded with work most of the time. I remember that a week before I was diagnosed I went out at night with some friends and the next morning I just couldn’t get up I was extremely exhausted and I had muscular pain and it wasn't the usual pain from shaking your booty. There was a point where I was going insane because I didn’t know what was wrong and I really though I was dying or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the ultrasound results, I do have cysts and that is the reason for the irregularities. The cysts cannot be operated therefore I am being medicated for 6 months to see if they go away and everything comes back to normal. But due to the other meds I’m taking the irregularity has gotten worse, from having no menstrual cycle I’ve come to have it on and off days for the past three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking meds for fibromyalgia which include meds for sleep, muscular pain, fatigue and depression. I’m taking vitamins because I’m getting sick with the flu about every two weeks or so and I also have to take meds for the cysts. There is this clash between the depression and hormonal meds; it’s a battle between both of them, a battle between mood swings. The first week of taking the meds I started to feel great and I decided to stop taking them, bad idea! The following week I felt worse and I had to retake them again. The doctor said I will be taking the meds for an indefinite amount of time until the pain ceases. I felt so well the first week that I stopped taking them because I wanted to see if I was ok without them but I’m not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the high triglycerides, I had to go to a nutritionist and they gave me a list of things I can and can’t consume. So far, I have lost 5 pounds with just dieting because I can’t exercise yet. The doctor said I have to wait at least two more weeks until I can workout. I will have to start off at a very slow paste so that I can stand the muscular pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s strange how you blink and things can change in a snap of a finger. One day you are the happiest, healthiest person and the next you are on all sorts of meds trying to fight off all the obstacles that are coming your way of trying to live a normal life. And this is where I start to get all sort of bad psychotic thoughts, can you slap, please? I love life just not at this particular moment and I start to ask myself, why is this happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad start to 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, now that you feel sadness for me I say you go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meangirlgarage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jules Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and vote for my video! LOL! Just kidding. Ok, not really. Go vote! :) This is round 3 and the theme was rock ballads from the 70's. I really didn't know what song to sing because I only know Bee Gee songs! lol And well, I chose to sing "Hotel California". This week it ought to be very interesting because people are bringing out their courage and actually showing themselves singing in their videos. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Happy Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-8623736772320583654?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8623736772320583654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=8623736772320583654&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8623736772320583654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8623736772320583654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/01/fibro-what.html' title='Fibro, What?'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S1UWBSl23FI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/WPYdvSIS0e8/s72-c/Sailor-Jupiter-Lita-Kino221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4553518091547600781</id><published>2010-01-15T20:01:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:47:05.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Randomly Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm loving the cold breezy weather we're having here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker is one of those people who states that they've done and been everywhere, it's cool if you have but just don't brag so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't apologize to anyone if you don't really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say they've changed but they sooo have not. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate delicious tacos today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My god, there are some really mean people in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The kids came out pretty well in their exams!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some people got an earful from the principal today.:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People at work have begun to panic because the principal will be interviewing everyone once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to talk to someone you should tell them straight out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The teachers are starting to plan out the yearly trip to Cancun and everyone is all syched about it. It was a lot of fun last year! I hope we all go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 5 pounds and struggling to lose more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no courses this weekend. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have the flu again and I'm so depressed about it. I'm so sick of being sick. Just bury me pleaseeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Thank god it is Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Have a great weekend. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-4553518091547600781?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4553518091547600781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4553518091547600781&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4553518091547600781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4553518091547600781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/01/full-of-randomly-randomness.html' title='Full of Randomly Randomness'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5134297984976575323</id><published>2010-01-11T21:49:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:23:23.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go shorty it's your birthday &amp; Out of Tune Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;No, it's not my birthday but it is my friend Geo's so everyone say &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Happy Birthday"&lt;/span&gt; to him. He is the only person from the &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;"real"&lt;/span&gt; world that knows about my blog. He doesn't really read it often but hopefully he will read this one. Actually, his B-day is Tomorrow the 13th but I won't have time to make an entry tomorrow so here it is. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;Dear Geo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;It has been a pleasure meeting you and it continues to be a pleasure having you in my life. I thank you for the great memories and I apologize for anything that I might have said or done in the past that might have hurt you, just know that I love you and you are dear to me but I think you already know that. I know you have this strange thing where you say you don't have, need or want close friends but I hope you consider me a person you can come to when you need help or advice. I know you hate birthdays because it is just another reminder of how time passes by but I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday. May you reach all of your desires and I hope we can hang out in the near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;Love Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;Ps. I know I'm bad at photoshop but I made you these two wallpapers hope you like them. Not sure if I had sent you the first one already but just in case i didn't here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.tinypic.com/q35w.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425710890955276514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S0v_TwVbgOI/AAAAAAAAA2w/0puq6tDP4K8/s400/G.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.tinypic.com/bfjmko.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425710616438451442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S0v_DxrhLPI/AAAAAAAAA2o/n76dp7ovN5s/s400/BB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="MeanGirlGarage" href="http://meangirlgarage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/Boonbury/Out_of_Tune_Tuesday_pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;Well, today is round two of Out of Tune Idol and the theme chosen was &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;"Songs You Might Hear at a Strip Club".&lt;/span&gt; Well, I have never been to a strip club! So, I checked the songs I had and I realized I didn't have many sexy/dirty songs. I only had "Work it" and "One minute man" by Missy Elliot. I tried to sing them but laughter got in the way. And then, I remembered my good friend Britney Spears had some sexy songs and sadly that is the only song I knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;So Today's Out of Tune is "Gimme More" by Britney Spears. I swear I can't believe I'm doing this. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOH9TZUrkjk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOH9TZUrkjk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;Thank you to everyone who took the time and went to vote for my video last week. Don't forget to stop by Jules blog to vote again and watch the other crazy videos and read the judges crazy, intense and funny ass comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="MeanGirlGarage" href="http://meangirlgarage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5134297984976575323?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5134297984976575323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5134297984976575323&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5134297984976575323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5134297984976575323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-shorty-its-your-birthday-out-of-tune.html' title='Go shorty it&apos;s your birthday &amp; Out of Tune Idol'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/S0v_TwVbgOI/AAAAAAAAA2w/0puq6tDP4K8/s72-c/G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2608454562048384524</id><published>2010-01-07T21:18:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:48:19.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Getting paid monthly sucks and by the end of each month I find myself looking for pennies on the floor. A certain percentage of my money goes for home expenses; another percentage goes inside my piggy bank and the rest is for me to spend it on whatever I may need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My part always gets wasted too soon and I find myself taking money I had put inside my piggy. And I'm glad to say that I have been doing a lot better lately and haven’t been spending money on things that I don’t need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to health issues, I've spent a large amount of money and had exactly the right amount left to survive a week in a half more before we got paid again but my money got lost. I don't know whether I lost it or someone stole it. I never carry large amounts of money with me but I forgot to take my money out of my purse and now it has vanished. I am so upset! It seems like I have no choice but to take money out of my savings and well honestly, I've just started saving up so I don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we agreed that this year we were going to make improvements to our house and of course, making those improvements cost big pesos! To start off, this year we decided to paint the house, get curtains and buy new furniture. I think those are very reachable goals and hopefully nothing unexpected gets in the way of saving up some cash during these upcoming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/smfvia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Behind every great fortune there is a crime" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The weekend is finally here! Happy Friday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2608454562048384524?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2608454562048384524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2608454562048384524&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2608454562048384524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2608454562048384524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-cash.html' title='Out of Cash'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/smfvia_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5746063536357234043</id><published>2010-01-04T23:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:40:17.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time 2 Go Back &amp; Out Of Tune Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Sz2DjtMlMWI/AAAAAAAAA04/p3-O3FcUuIY/s1600-h/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421634175874969954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Sz2DjtMlMWI/AAAAAAAAA04/p3-O3FcUuIY/s320/work.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Two weeks were not enough I want and need more vacations. These two weeks went by so fast and I didn't enjoy them much. I did go out which was good but I was also very sick. Actually, I'm still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;I will see people yawning all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;I will hear a lot of whining from both students and teachers about how it sucks to come back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Kids will be bragging about the things they got for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;kids will be asking me what I got for Christmas and judge whether it was a sucky gift or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Teachers will start warning the kids to study because exams start next week!!!! Ugh, you know, most kids already forgot what we saw two weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;And finally, I will see tired and "hurry up fucken day please finish already" faces. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;It's time to torture the little rascals and get tortured as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;On to other things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Today is the first episode of Out of Tune Idol Contest. The theme chosen by the host was the good ol 80's. So click on the picture below and it will take you to Jules blog. You can go and check out everyone's video and read the comments the judges left the contestants. The post is hilarious!!! So go check it out!! And vote for me, and tell other bloggers to go and vote too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="MeanGirlGarage" href="http://meangirlgarage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/Boonbury/Out_of_Tune_Tuesday_pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;This is the video I entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTEywuJSHW8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTEywuJSHW8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Happy Tuesday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5746063536357234043?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5746063536357234043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5746063536357234043&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5746063536357234043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5746063536357234043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-2-go-back-out-of-tune-idol.html' title='Time 2 Go Back &amp; Out Of Tune Idol'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Sz2DjtMlMWI/AAAAAAAAA04/p3-O3FcUuIY/s72-c/work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-566771859822946986</id><published>2009-12-30T21:11:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:15:29.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009....Put It Behind You Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        In a few hours it will be 2010. Who knows what awaits us and where the road of life will lead us to. One day you are here and the next you find yourself somewhere else. And that is the mystery of life; you just never know where you may end up being, what you may end up doing and who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you may end up meeting along the way. But wherever you may be and wherever you go I wish you all the best through this journey called “Life” . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADIOS 2009 AND BONJOUR 2010!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Love Always, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-566771859822946986?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/566771859822946986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=566771859822946986&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/566771859822946986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/566771859822946986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009put-it-behind-you-now.html' title='2009....Put It Behind You Now'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-8829854813154468247</id><published>2009-12-29T11:58:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:00:23.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Tune Tuesday: The Frog Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up in a bitchy mood because I am sick again. I've been sick on and off for the past two months and I had not gone to the doctor till now. They gave me some antibiotics and some vitamins. I told the doctor about some strange things that have been happening to me lately so I will need to get some blood tests done just to make sure everything is okay. It's terrible but once you realize something is wrong or you keep getting worse one finally decides to go to the doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to the gynecologist about a month and a half ago due to cycling irregularities. I started on the birth control pills to start cyling again and well the pills are long gone and nothing. She had said to get an ultrasound done to make sure there are no cysts and I had been postponing this too I know that is bad but it's just that anything that involves hospitals, clinics, doctors, needles and so on give me the willies. I'm a wimp and so I had to gather up some courage and go by myself because I didn't want to tell any of my folks I'm doing all of this, they would just start worrying when there is nothing to worry about yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had the ultrasound done a few hours ago and IT HURTS! Well, in order for them to get it done your bladder has to be full and he would press down so hard that it'd really hurt and it felt like I would burst at any minute. Ladies that are mothers, do they do that to you when you are pregnant? because that is really cruel!! :S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I was lying down looking at the screen I pictured myself being pregnant and coming to do an ultra-sound to see my baby. It kind of made me want to cry. Yeah, weird but I guess I got emotional. Now the deal is that I am so broke, I bought medications for my flu, the ultra-sound was very expensive and now I have to take the results to the gynecologist which is expensive too and I still have to get the blood tests done tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I went to see The Princess and The Frog and I have to say that I really enjoyed the movie. I love most Disney movies except the ones that have too much singing in them, those give me headaches but this one had an ok amount of singing and many funny parts. I'd definetly give it two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last Out of Tune Tuesday of 09 and I found a song that has a similar/theme to the movie. The song is called "The Frog Prince" by Keane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjIwMjM4MTQxODQmcHQ9MTI2MjAyMzgxNjk2NyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTImbz*zN2E4NTg1ZWQ3NmQ*ZGYyOWNhNTc1MTA*ZDg4MTIzMSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="272" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" flashvars="song_id=58984&amp;amp;gig_lt=1262023814184&amp;amp;gig_pt=1262023816967&amp;amp;gig_g=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/maggieness/music/the-frog-prince"&gt;The Frog Prince&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Out of Tune Idol Contest begins next week. I think it is going to be quite interesting to see what people will sing and how they will sound like. Don't forget to stop by Jules blog and check it out. Next tuesday she will have the videos of the contestants up and you can go vote and say which one should be kicked out. I guess the person that sings the best will get kicked out first? I mean it is an "Out of Tune" contest. Should we all start making propaganda? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/Boonbury/Out_of_Tune_Tuesday_pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Tuesday! &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/8213243058067690743-8829854813154468247?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8829854813154468247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=8829854813154468247&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8829854813154468247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/8829854813154468247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-of-tune-tuesday-frog-prince.html' title='Out of Tune Tuesday: The Frog Prince'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5483229248926832370</id><published>2009-12-26T15:44:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:26:52.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are nice... sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzaD3r0cAbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LkCUJE-GUHU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419664194265678258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzaD3r0cAbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LkCUJE-GUHU/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; During the whole Christmas frenzy I was looking for someone to accompany me to go shopping and fortunately a good friend of mine moved back here and so I called him up to come along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw him I hardly recognized him. He had long hair, had grown a beard, had very baggy clothes and was wearing flip flops. He looked like a caveman. I was frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-“Wow, you look like ugh good ugh yeah”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Ok, you scare me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;-"You sure have a way to say things"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s going through a break up and I understand that we all mourn in different ways and we try to get over it in different ways as well but I almost slapped him to snap out of it. I am also going through one and that doesn’t mean I will not shave my legs, armpits and get my bikini wax for years. lol :P Plus, for him it has already been 6 months and yes I know it takes time to heal but I don’t think you should bring yourself down even more but instead you should get up, get dressed and do things to get your mind off of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that next time I see him and we go out anywhere that he’d better have his hair cut, be shaved and be dressed in a decent way because he scares me. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week and a half later….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see? What a HUGE change. I’m happy for you but do this is for YOU and not for anyone else. Cheer up you will find someone who is worthy, who truly cares for you and doesn’t take you for granted. Now, we can go out and you can buy me a present". haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’m glad he didn’t get mad and take it the wrong way. We have always been very sincere with each other sometimes too sincere and we may even have a cruel way of motivating each other but I’m glad he took the advice because now he looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remember the look on his face when I told him he looked like crap. :( Next time I will try not to be so harsh on someone and try to say things in a smoother way. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5483229248926832370?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5483229248926832370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5483229248926832370&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5483229248926832370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5483229248926832370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-are-nice-sometimes.html' title='Friends are nice... sometimes...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzaD3r0cAbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LkCUJE-GUHU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-785051688955213016</id><published>2009-12-23T22:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:26:44.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It will be Christmas in a few hours and I want to wish everyone a very happy and blessed Christmas. I hope everyone has a great time: eating, laughing, singing, screaming or whatever you do tonight. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope everyone receives lots of gifts. If you don't receive many gifts then I hope you receive atleast one gift that is meaningful to you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was one of the gifts a friend of mine received. It is sort of a tradition that on New year's eve you wear red underwear. It is said that if you do this you will find someone special and have lots of love for the upcoming year. It's fun but it's a lie cause like I wore 3 red underwears at the same time last New Year's Eve and NOTHING! Maybe I should wear 5 this year? Naaaa, I don't want a wedgie this year. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418627815670185762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzLVSgsSfyI/AAAAAAAAAyo/xDB4AR0437A/s400/DSCF5101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week has just been parties and other stuff like that. It's fun but it's also very exhausting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzLVTK2SI5I/AAAAAAAAAyw/4m-eq6DMcfo/s1600-h/DSCF5107.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418627826986394514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzLVTK2SI5I/AAAAAAAAAyw/4m-eq6DMcfo/s400/DSCF5107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzLWPWpupiI/AAAAAAAAAzY/BTsmX7m2Lsk/s1600-h/DSCF5159.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418628860947113506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzLWPWpupiI/AAAAAAAAAzY/BTsmX7m2Lsk/s400/DSCF5159.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cheers* Time to drink up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418627837051068658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzLVTwV44PI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Gg5bjL4fWDs/s400/DSCF5141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzLVTWrFWBI/AAAAAAAAAy4/-3cJYC0FbnM/s1600-h/DSCF5114.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have fun and stay safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-785051688955213016?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/785051688955213016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=785051688955213016&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/785051688955213016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/785051688955213016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzLVSgsSfyI/AAAAAAAAAyo/xDB4AR0437A/s72-c/DSCF5101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-3177396807004886100</id><published>2009-12-21T21:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:23:43.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After all the rain you'll see the sun come out again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2dj4ak8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A weekend full of fun and food madness. We had a small gathering Friday night at a co-workers house to exchange our gifts and see who our secret santa was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My secret santa was my 6th grade co-worker Joamma. It is kind of funny because she had no idea how much I like stellar objects and her gift to me was a pair of silver moon earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzBD78hB7eI/AAAAAAAAAyg/yDA5fodT85Q/s1600-h/l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417905048862715362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzBD78hB7eI/AAAAAAAAAyg/yDA5fodT85Q/s400/l.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417904158352832770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzBDIHG7eQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/TgSl_9acJ8w/s400/DSCF5133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SzBDHxQ8_TI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PoyBJAT6rwM/s1600-h/l.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our gathering was a lot of fun but by midnight everyone looked wasted and tired. I met a young girl that night, she is the daughter of the teacher that gives us courses. This young girl suffers from some sort of developmental disability. Even with her disability this girl is extremely gifted. She writes songs, plays the piano and she has so many other talents. That night she said she wanted to sing a song for us and she did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The song was about ups and downs we go through and how sometimes we feel angry, alone or scared but that we will get through it and that it is just a matter of time, patience and effort. The song described exactly how I felt the whole week; alone and bitter. As she sang, I looked at her and tears came running down my cheek and I though how wrong I was to be wasting time with such nonsense and bitterness. I saw a girl who wasn't afraid to express how she felt and she did it so beautifully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After Friday night, I felt a lot better and I had a great weekend after that. On Saturday, I went to the mall and shopped for a few more items I needed and on Sunday I went to eat at Peter Piper Pizza with a few friends of mine, we exchanged gifts. It was a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am still stuffed from all the food and alcohol I got into my system this past weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christmas is just around the corner. Are you guys ready for it? Are you looking forward to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will be staying home and sleeping. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Out of Tune Tuesday this week I didn't have time to make one and I got lazy. I'm getting ready for the Out of Tune Idol contest. LOL The first theme is the 8O's. There are a lot of good songs to choose from, any suggestions? Anyways, I'll probably go for some romantic crap. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you wanna join the fun check out Jules @ meangirlgarage.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-3177396807004886100?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3177396807004886100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=3177396807004886100&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3177396807004886100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/3177396807004886100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-all-rain-youll-see-sun-come-out.html' title='After all the rain you&apos;ll see the sun come out again'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/2dj4ak8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5763980410233346551</id><published>2009-12-18T15:11:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:16:54.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hour Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SyvwVaVfh1I/AAAAAAAAAvo/nY6taNe1hcM/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416687227480541010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SyvwVaVfh1I/AAAAAAAAAvo/nY6taNe1hcM/s400/Collages.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am happy! happy! happy! happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am happy school is finally over for this half of the school year and I'm still alive! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am happy because I will finally get some rest and get other things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am happy and truly blessed for all the gifts I received this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take a look! I'm being a show off! All those gifts are mine, mine, mine! They are gifts students gave me this whole week. Last year, I got a few gifts but this year I was very blessed to receive twice as much and very nice gifts. I got a lot of chocolates, cookies, accesories, ornaments, candles, and I haven't peeked to see what else I got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's kind of funny but many of the gifts came from kids that are always misbehaving and I'm always yelling at them to start working or something. I guess they like me for that. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SyvxobqQW_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/OOUhyMaS1FE/s1600-h/DSCF5054.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416688653765204978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SyvxobqQW_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/OOUhyMaS1FE/s400/DSCF5054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As you can see, I don't have a Christmas tree because my family isn't really into all of the decorating that involves having one but this year I though I'd make a christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Syvxn8dmQuI/AAAAAAAAAvw/0POceb0jRpc/s1600-h/DSCF5052.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416688645390615266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Syvxn8dmQuI/AAAAAAAAAvw/0POceb0jRpc/s400/DSCF5052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this somewhere on a website and wanted to try it out. I traced pairs of my hand on green foamie and glued it all together and this was the outcome. What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Syv1FovEl-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/DOlCrWK3POI/s1600-h/DSCF5052.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416692454026156002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Syv1FovEl-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/DOlCrWK3POI/s400/DSCF5052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom saw me doing all of this and saw how I was into it she joined in and started helping me out too! Maybe this will inspire her and hopefully next year we will finally get ourselves a real Christmas tree but for now this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, I am happyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's time to party and relax if you can. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Party night tonight baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Friday everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-5763980410233346551?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5763980410233346551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=5763980410233346551&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5763980410233346551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/5763980410233346551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-hour-friday.html' title='Happy Hour Friday'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SyvwVaVfh1I/AAAAAAAAAvo/nY6taNe1hcM/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-7530897679157689477</id><published>2009-12-14T21:05:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:19:11.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had my work party on saturday and it was awesome. In these social events people usually take their husband, bf or someone to the party. So during the past week I though to myself, damn! I gotta find me a date or else I will be the only loner there! So saturday morning I check out my contacts to see who I have that is young, hot and single and well I didn't have many options to choose from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, I was like I'll give my friend George a call but then I though, I haven't talked to him for a while and he might think I'm just using him or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then I called my friend Johnny but he was on vacations in the caribbean Islands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then my friend Leonardo came to mind! But he was on some cruise in a ship called "Titanic".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remembered my other friend Orlando! I called him but unfortunetly he was out of town filming some perfume comercial. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I managed to find myself a HOT ASS DATE! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I called my Friend Angie and asked if she let me borrow her husband. ;) She's the caring, sharing type of gal and she agreed on letting me have him for the night. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My date came to pick me up at 8:30pm and we got there at 9:00 people were barely arriving as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had great fun! I ate, drank, sang, and danced!! I saw a lot of envious girls who tried to snatch my date away! But I had him on a leash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At the end of the night, I didn't want to give Brad back to Angelina. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415324154503569858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SycYoHzHIcI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GzE9ArZHkyM/s400/BRADANDI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SycYob_HFJI/AAAAAAAAAvg/aJ7hgvrvmfU/s1600-h/PIC2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415324159922607250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SycYob_HFJI/AAAAAAAAAvg/aJ7hgvrvmfU/s400/PIC2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a wonderful time with my friends. It was a great weekend! And so it begins! All the social events we have to go to whether we want to go or not. This upcoming weekend I have like 3 other events to go to. This is where I wish I could split myself into two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is no Out of Tune Tuesday today because I have a sorethroat. :( I'll catch up on everyone's blog tomorrow. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-7530897679157689477?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7530897679157689477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=7530897679157689477&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7530897679157689477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/7530897679157689477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-so-it-begins.html' title='Christmas Parties'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SycYoHzHIcI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GzE9ArZHkyM/s72-c/BRADANDI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-4647863300104659254</id><published>2009-12-09T23:05:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:44:15.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Sx8OGhwreMI/AAAAAAAAArw/YykZSNd3sS8/s1600-h/srt.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413060782427175106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Sx8OGhwreMI/AAAAAAAAArw/YykZSNd3sS8/s400/srt.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;November was a roller coaster ride and December is being one too. November was a month full of small and big changes. Some changes were good, others were bad so I tried to keep myself busy so that I won't even have a second to think about situations that involved family, work and some matters of the heart. I kept myself so busy to a point where I became overly exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These two months are two of the toughest months in the school year. There are social events of all kinds and there are loads of things to do. By this time, the kids are mad monkeys who just don't want to work and teachers just start losing it. Like today my sixth graders just didn't get the grammar exercise they had to do and I was like "What do you mean you don't get it!! We did the same exercise last week over and over again" I was losing it when I got to the last class and someone asked me "how do I do it". I just looked at them, I took deep breath, made a weird facial expression, I put my hand over my eyes and said "Oh my goodness" I just started laughing and everyone started to laugh too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been a busy bee this past month with other things too. I took up a painting wood crafts class on saturday mornings and I started exercising again and I have not stayed home on the weekends I've been a real vampire lately going out at night and just like my kids I have also been a mad monkey with so many things on my mind and so many things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have to start taking decisions that involve my job. The principal had a talk with a few of us and he wants many of us to go back to school and take other courses but with so many things they make us do I have no idea how I will be able to do it but I know I have to. I have also been proposed to move away and pursue another career that had been locked away in my vault of memories but has now risen up again and has come back to haunt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a few day ago, I was about to have a nervous breakdown when I lost an item that was very important to me. I had lost all hope of finding it when it magically appeared and my skies were cleared. There was so much chaos and so many things going on at once that I found myself being all bi-polar. I found myself trapped in moments of total euphoria and moments of total silence, emptyness and sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am already busy with tons of work and I kept myself even more busy by adding extra activities to my life and a few days ago I questioned myself whether I was being self-destructive or self-defying? Of course, it started off as defying myself to see if I can handle other outside activities and I found out that I can! But was I really doing this to defy myself? or was it just to get myself exhausted so that I would be able to get my mind off of things? Either way, it really helped me because I began doing things I enjoyed but it is also affecting my health cause my body feels exhausted, I feel that my attention span is low, I am easily distracted! Exhaustion is just taking over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the year is almost over and there are thousands of things to do and millions of things to think about. And even with all of this exhaustion, I am still having a very good time, enjoying many things and I am seeing that many opportunities will come my way so I just hope I'm not blind and miss out on anything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vacations are just around the corner and I just can't wait to be a slug at home. :)&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/8213243058067690743-4647863300104659254?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4647863300104659254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=4647863300104659254&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4647863300104659254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/4647863300104659254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s almost over'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Sx8OGhwreMI/AAAAAAAAArw/YykZSNd3sS8/s72-c/srt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2589169740779185660</id><published>2009-12-07T21:10:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:50:19.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Tune Tuesday: Bedshaped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I can say is that this weekend was a blur. I blinked and it was gone. Friday night, I went to a bar called &lt;strong&gt;"Famous"&lt;/strong&gt; and my friends claimed that things got out of control and that I just lost it. I can't really remember much but they say I proposed to some guy I had just met and that the guy agreed to marry me! I though yeah right! stop saying such nonesense! but it turns out it was true... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I did get married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His name is Elvis and it was love at first sight!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411805726732892610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxqYoq9WucI/AAAAAAAAArI/7OYf-ytZCxY/s320/L.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I though it was all just a dream but the picture doesn't lie. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a fun weekend and a very tiring one too. Saturday I went to the mall to do some Christmas shopping. On Sunday, I had a pilgrimage and later on that day I had a birthday party so I didn't really rest at all. I'm very exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I was Christmas shopping at the cd store looking for a few gifts, I found it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412700588121082626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/Sx3GgdaBSwI/AAAAAAAAAro/bD2ZqMw_MgE/s400/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I bought the DVD I wanted so badly! The concert is simply AMAZING! I never buy cd's or dvd's but I just had to have this one! And it was worth every single penny. No regrets at all and I felt like I was right there at the concert singing my heart out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, I though I couldn't be anymore retarded than I am! But I found out that I can be! I have a facebook that I hardly ever use but I decided to log in on Saturday to make a comment to someone thinking that that person will be the only one to read it and maybe a few others that go to this persons page but noooooooo I forgot about the mini feed that facebook has! So now everyone knows my darkest secrets! hahaha I would have not found out but another friend of mine made a comment and was like "I saw your comment" and I was like how did she see it? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here is Out of Tune Tuesday! This is one of my favorite songs! It gets to me everytime. Don't forget to stop by Jules blog and check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nombre equis" href="http://meangirlgarage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/Boonbury/Out_of_Tune_Tuesday_pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="272" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" flashvars="song_id=55322"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/maggieness/music/bedshaped"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bedshaped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will try to pass by everyone's blog soon enough. I've just been too tired and busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213243058067690743-2589169740779185660?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2589169740779185660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2589169740779185660&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2589169740779185660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2589169740779185660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-of-tune-tuesday-bedshaped.html' title='Out of Tune Tuesday: Bedshaped'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxqYoq9WucI/AAAAAAAAArI/7OYf-ytZCxY/s72-c/L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-2640370625987626600</id><published>2009-12-02T23:09:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:26:17.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxdHfcvy4XI/AAAAAAAAAqw/c1RixbpZ2tE/s1600-h/01-6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410872082927116658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxdHfcvy4XI/AAAAAAAAAqw/c1RixbpZ2tE/s400/01-6-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Do you have any gift exchanges this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I have one at work and I'm actually looking forward to it because I got a person who I really get along with and we practically like the same things so it won't be hard to buy her something. Everyone wrote down a few things that might help the other person have an idea of what to get you. I usually dread gift exchanges because I always get someone I don't really know and you find me trying to figure out what to get the person at the last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;We're always thinking about what we're going to give our family, friends, bf/gf or spouses. Have you though about what you're going to give yourself? I mean common you deserve it, I know you do! ;) You've worked your ass off during this year and I think you deserve to give yourself something too! God, I know I deserve it or I'd like to think I do! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I never have too many people to give gifts to since I have a rather small family and they are like the grinch! I know my family isn't too fond of Christmas and therefore I had decided to go out of town for the winter vacations, we had agreed and settled that I'd be traveling to MX City on the 18th but mother had some kind of weird chaotic change of mind and begged me not to go and to stay with her. Yeah, there was a huge argument about this because everything was already settled and agreed upon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Anyways, I guess I'm going to be a tad bit selfish this year and buy a few things for myself, not that I really need anything just a few things I'd like to have. Lets see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;- A new camara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;- DVD concert of Keane in London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;- Britney's singles collection (Yeah, shoot me! I'm not a huge fan but I like some of her songs! She makes me feel hot and sexy when I dance or sing to her slutty songs! LOL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Those are the three main things I want, nothing big or fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;But I'd also like to go shopping for tons of clothes, shoes, jewelry, and more clothes and shoes but that probably won't happen cause I hate the malls during this time of the year and I will only head out to get the necessary stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;The truth is all I want for Christmas is just peace, rest and to marry Tom Chaplin(guy in the picture) the lead vocalist of Keane. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;What do you want for Christmas? ;)&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/8213243058067690743-2640370625987626600?l=maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2640370625987626600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213243058067690743&amp;postID=2640370625987626600&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2640370625987626600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213243058067690743/posts/default/2640370625987626600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggies--moonstruck-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I want for Christmas is...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251526759897140202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PsL57SScKk/TvTDu8lsDoI/AAAAAAAACHg/vDZJjtWhIc4/s220/loto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxdHfcvy4XI/AAAAAAAAAqw/c1RixbpZ2tE/s72-c/01-6-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213243058067690743.post-5180053099856482028</id><published>2009-11-30T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:32:07.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Tune Tuesday: Major Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Saturday, I went to dinner with a friend we ate delicious mexican food and I had a huge Margaritaaaa!:) We stayed chatting at the restaurant for a while when we noticed it was getting late so we left the restaurant. As we were walking I noticed a store that I would always pass by but had never gone inside and so we went in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The store is called &lt;strong&gt;MineraliA&lt;/strong&gt; which is a store that sells jewelry and handcrafts made out of different stones, gems and crystals and they also sell a lot of Esoteric products. The guy in the store was telling us all about the gems and how some people who are into esotericism believe that certain crystals or gems give you power, energy and all those mystical things. There were a lot of gorgeous handcrafts: candleholders, lamps, purses, and all kinds of jewelry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They showed us what gem we are suppose to wear depending on our sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They had beautiful pendants, some of the things they sold were pretty cheap and very beautiful and of course they had really expensive things as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in these things and never really care for them but I found it quite interesting and I had a lot of fun listening to the explanations about what certain things meant. Some of the things were kinda spooky while others were quite fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410110241962147378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxSSmd_bPjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/FoDN3A9YzQ4/s320/centros-de-piedras-semi-preciosas.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Of course, I couldn't leave the store empty handed. I bought a friend of mine a Turtle made out of a crystal called Onyx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410108641502612482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxSRJT0IzAI/AAAAAAAAAqI/iGvkmaSikX4/s400/DSCF4894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My friend bought me a wind chime. I loved it. I really liked the color and anything that involves stars, moons just anything stellar always captures my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxR1LXCjrbI/AAAAAAAAApo/mGMY7HXEIqw/s1600/DSCF4878.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410077890402561458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxR1LXCjrbI/AAAAAAAAApo/mGMY7HXEIqw/s320/DSCF4878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxR1LOgKonI/AAAAAAAAApg/E6cAAMe3Z5k/s1600/DSCF4888.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410077888110830194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxR1LOgKonI/AAAAAAAAApg/E6cAAMe3Z5k/s320/DSCF4888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxR1K0jctXI/AAAAAAAAApY/aCf9eH0UAsw/s1600/DSCF4892.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410077881145275762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZEDUj5JOh8/SxR1K0jctXI/AAAAAAAAApY/aCf9eH0UAsw/s320/DSCF4892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;So do you know anyone who loves these things or really believes in this sort of thing? I have a friend who has to read her horoscope and wear her lucky bracelet everyday or else she says she can't go out and continue her day without either of them. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here's Out of Tune Tuesday! This song was difficult cause it was more talking than singing? The song felt like a tongue twister to me. Anyways, don't forget to stop by Jules blog to see what she's singing for you today. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nombre equis" href="http://meangirlgarage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/Boonbury/Out_of_Tune_Tuesday_pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTk1NTIxMzk4MzkmcHQ9MTI1OTU1MjU3NTE5NiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1lNjFjNzIwNzVlODc*MzljYjRjMzYyOTNhOTcwYjdjMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="272" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" flashvars="song_id=54222"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/maggieness/music/major-tom"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Major Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#
