<?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-19422713</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:12:23.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mgm's world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-8902138294453382504</id><published>2007-05-29T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:32.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/Rly2hHnsoUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jr5awz7nm24/s1600-h/simpsons+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070127960609825090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/Rly2hHnsoUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jr5awz7nm24/s320/simpsons+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I’m so mad at myself. I forgot to call my dad to wish him a happy b-day. I wouldn’t be surprise if he is upset with me or sad ‘because I didn’t call. But you know once I drank a few  &lt;strong&gt;shots of Patron&lt;/strong&gt;, pretty much everything disappeared from my mind and sleeping wasn’t a problem last night, lol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m at the counter and truthfully it’s hell of boring but understandable since its Memorial Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I don’t know if I want to continue with this diet thing or not, I was pretty disappointed when I weighed myself last night and I gained almost two pounds. So, this morning I was so frustrated because I’ve been eating salad for almost two weeks and I’m getting sick of it. I guess I’ll just try to eat healthy and pull out the tread mill or fix the bike and go from there…&lt;br /&gt;I mean some days I wake up feeling OK, but some others…I just feel like a pig, especially when Will talks about how good I looked to him when we met. I just wish my will power was good enough to try a little harder or just a little longer. Only time will tell how long I last. We'll see what happens, later!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-8902138294453382504?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/8902138294453382504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=8902138294453382504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/8902138294453382504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/8902138294453382504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-at-last.html' title='Friday at last'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/Rly2hHnsoUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jr5awz7nm24/s72-c/simpsons+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-4476099306421373740</id><published>2007-05-21T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:33.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day T!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What a blast... I can't remember when was the last time that we had this much fun!!! On Saturday we got together at Luis' House to celebrate Tiffany's B-day. The food was great, the drinks were amazing, we even dance.... We need to do this more ofen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067100386623267106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RlH09HnsoSI/AAAAAAAAADw/La-2FiYV5u0/s320/Underwriters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The gang without some of the husbands, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067098574147068114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RlHzTnnsoNI/AAAAAAAAADI/zxaX9r5KZm0/s320/Diosa+%26+Tiffany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tiffany &amp; Diosa (The margarita looks yummy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067100047320850706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RlH0pXnsoRI/AAAAAAAAADo/qoLXCMK5hzc/s320/Ana+%26+Luis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ana &amp; Luis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067099257046868210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RlHz7XnsoPI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZiJB-MVo8Rg/s320/Diosa,+Bowie,+Tiffany+%26+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Diosa, Bowie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Tiffany &amp; me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068249286079979826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RlYJ33nsoTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LApK1NOQrPo/s320/Gaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; Don't forget Gaby &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-4476099306421373740?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4476099306421373740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=4476099306421373740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/4476099306421373740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/4476099306421373740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-b-day-t.html' title='Happy B-day T!!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RlH09HnsoSI/AAAAAAAAADw/La-2FiYV5u0/s72-c/Underwriters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-6701187308977919054</id><published>2007-04-20T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:34.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up doc??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I know, it's been a while. What can I say, as a woman mood swings tend to be even bigger than anyone else. So now  I feel like writing again... You know, I'll be going on vacation with my better half next month and honestly I can't wait to get away... Work has been a little crazy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I love to help other and be up for challenges, sometimes you feel like telling everybody to leave alone for at least five minutes. The last couple of weeks I have been on the phone assisting one coworker and at the same time helping another through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; (instant message). After a while it can suck all of the energy out even on the strongest ones. But enough about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt;. Our trip as usual will be to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas for a WHOLE WEEK, amen to that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... We are staying at this new hotel the signature (at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MGM&lt;/span&gt; grand) which is a private retreat - no casino, all suites and non-smoking. We have never being much of a gamblers but you can always come down to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MGM&lt;/span&gt; if you feel like betting on a few tables. Anyway, here are a couple of pictures. Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;The bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056667577309725890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RizkXsTIBMI/AAAAAAAAACw/G0rmTtglgd4/s320/SIGNATURE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The master bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056667860777567442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RizkoMTIBNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0ba4bo3Em6Y/s320/SIGNATURE+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-6701187308977919054?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/6701187308977919054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=6701187308977919054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/6701187308977919054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/6701187308977919054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-up-doc.html' title='What&apos;s up doc??'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RizkXsTIBMI/AAAAAAAAACw/G0rmTtglgd4/s72-c/SIGNATURE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-1455361114515557867</id><published>2007-03-20T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:34.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mean time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;For the last few weeks I haven't feel like writing at all. Although there are plenty of things to say, I just don't ...whatever. In the mean time, I'll leave you with a few pictures from the wedding... Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044138946022151538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RgBhpXtdFXI/AAAAAAAAACE/AFhsColKHOI/s320/Claudia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My sister Claudia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044139298209469826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RgBh93tdFYI/AAAAAAAAACM/ofL3QCMSi5A/s320/Mis+hermanos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My sister Claudia, my brother Orlando and my nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044140024058942882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RgBioHtdFaI/AAAAAAAAACc/69ba9C2HyZA/s320/Que+serio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My dad (Miguel)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044140341886522802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RgBi6ntdFbI/AAAAAAAAACk/NwnrIdwUUeM/s320/The+whole+gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Garcia's, with our newest addition: Erika aka the sister in law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-1455361114515557867?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1455361114515557867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=1455361114515557867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/1455361114515557867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/1455361114515557867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-mean-time.html' title='In the mean time'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RgBhpXtdFXI/AAAAAAAAACE/AFhsColKHOI/s72-c/Claudia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-7694088556335648518</id><published>2007-02-06T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:35.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Markers are dangerous!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And here is the proof, lol. Just look at the face and arms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028501119973749650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RcjTIGCwc5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/kmsuNiATMDY/s320/marcador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-7694088556335648518?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/7694088556335648518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=7694088556335648518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/7694088556335648518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/7694088556335648518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2007/02/markers-are-dangerous.html' title='Markers are dangerous!!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RcjTIGCwc5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/kmsuNiATMDY/s72-c/marcador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-6875785667693906509</id><published>2007-02-05T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:35.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, I know I was supposed to upload the pictures but I just haven't have the energy to sit down in front of the computer. Changing the subject a bit, today was my first day back at the old office and it was nice to see a lot of familiar faces. And even though this move is only temporary (yes, I'll be moving again. This time to the Potrero Office), it was like going back home and by this I mean the same old problems but the same joys... Well, gotta go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hasta Luego&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028225507627398002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RcfYdWCwc3I/AAAAAAAAABg/aBQ2yPJ1__c/s320/pooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-6875785667693906509?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/6875785667693906509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=6875785667693906509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/6875785667693906509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/6875785667693906509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RcfYdWCwc3I/AAAAAAAAABg/aBQ2yPJ1__c/s72-c/pooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-2423260741287225650</id><published>2007-01-09T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:35.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RafVM9Pph4I/AAAAAAAAABU/KGfdA42ArLA/s1600-h/Smile+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019214728303052674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RafVM9Pph4I/AAAAAAAAABU/KGfdA42ArLA/s320/Smile+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have to say that the wedding was fabulous... great food, delicious cake and plenty of drinks and snacks; even the DJ was pretty good. Almost perfect!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was also the only time that I have seen my dad in a suit and my sister in a dress (see photo of my sister, my nephew and brother) and of course the groom all dress up, same as my little nephew. He looked so nice for the short period of time he kept the suit on, hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The only bad part of it was the absence of our relatives, the wedding wasn't in our hometown so that made it hard for some people like my grandpa' or my grandma' to travel almost three hours to Guadalajara . But the place was packed with relatives of the bride and coworkers of both of them (yes, they met at work, awwwwww)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, more to follow once I get the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-2423260741287225650?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2423260741287225650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=2423260741287225650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/2423260741287225650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/2423260741287225650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2007/01/wedding-day.html' title='Wedding day'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RafVM9Pph4I/AAAAAAAAABU/KGfdA42ArLA/s72-c/Smile+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-3072734292267452730</id><published>2006-12-24T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T16:50:03.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Merry Christmas and A wonderful New Years!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;See you in 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mgm&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/19422713-3072734292267452730?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3072734292267452730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=3072734292267452730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/3072734292267452730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/3072734292267452730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-3006609063276956679</id><published>2006-12-19T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:35.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, a couple of days ago I got the news that I'm going back to the Civic Center branch. Shocking but I kindda expected. Anyway, I'm not going back until February, so I have time to enjoy my vacation and come back and pack one more time. I was telling a coworker that I'm gonna ask for an incentive for every time I moved 'cause I got a felling this is not final. To be honest I'm excited and sad at the same time. It seems like it was just yesterday when I went though the same thing. In one hand, I was excited about moving to the Financial District and on the other hand I was so sad 'cause I was leaving my peeps, lol. And to go through the same thing all over again, it just feel like Deja vu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010383096341555762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RYh04UYPajI/AAAAAAAAABI/kVKVlLG-_TM/s320/lily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-3006609063276956679?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/3006609063276956679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=3006609063276956679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/3006609063276956679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/3006609063276956679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-again.html' title='Back again...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RYh04UYPajI/AAAAAAAAABI/kVKVlLG-_TM/s72-c/lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-1575418611678176971</id><published>2006-12-13T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:35.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more reason why work is bad for you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RYCeozAd01I/AAAAAAAAAA4/O1gMgrVfdhs/s1600-h/Hello+there.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008177209360110418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RYCeozAd01I/AAAAAAAAAA4/O1gMgrVfdhs/s320/Hello+there.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have you seen that tissue commercial? the one with the kid and his nose running out of his face because of the horrible tissue paper. Well, I'm so sick and tired of sneezing that I went and bought that tissue and wow what a difference. The lotion really feels good on your nose but what I though was a simple cold, turned out to be bad, bad allergies. It seems as if I'm allergic to this office 'cause as soon as I get here I start to sneeze like crazy &amp;amp; when I step out I'm just fine. Maybe that's a sign that I have to go home ha? Yeah, wishful thinking, lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RYCeRzAd00I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jNYiSSSzbis/s1600-h/Hello+there.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/19422713-1575418611678176971?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1575418611678176971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=1575418611678176971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/1575418611678176971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/1575418611678176971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/12/helpppppppppp.html' title='One more reason why work is bad for you??'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RYCeozAd01I/AAAAAAAAAA4/O1gMgrVfdhs/s72-c/Hello+there.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-2495907716740114836</id><published>2006-12-07T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:36.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture these two items in purple (a little darker than these letters). Well, that's what I got for the wedding. Of course I got more boobs than the model and mine are spilling out of the dress, but hey, it fits and that's all it matters. I tried like twenty thousand dresses and as soon as I got to the boob part, the zipper wouldn't go up any further, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So, spandex, thank you for saving my day. But the best was yet to come;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dress Price = $ 23, shoes price = $32, getting the right outfit = priceless, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RXhqPahdPHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UhiSqZyWIGw/s1600-h/My+Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005867798872538226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RXhqPahdPHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UhiSqZyWIGw/s320/My+Dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RXhqjKhdPII/AAAAAAAAAAg/cBBc0dty0V0/s1600-h/My+Shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005868138174954626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RXhqjKhdPII/AAAAAAAAAAg/cBBc0dty0V0/s320/My+Shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/19422713-2495907716740114836?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/2495907716740114836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=2495907716740114836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/2495907716740114836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/2495907716740114836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-set.html' title='All Set'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RXhqPahdPHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UhiSqZyWIGw/s72-c/My+Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-6265217227874732109</id><published>2006-12-04T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:56:36.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was struggling to find a charger for my old camcorder, but fortunately my wonderful man got me a new one for Christmas. It's amazing how much technology has advanced, I mean the whole thing is smaller than my hand. I gotta confess that it's a little harder to operate than I thought, but hey, I love challenges. Plus, it's good reading material and I have plenty of time to find out how it works before the wedding.... Thanks baby  !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004835711904720066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RXS_kC9FJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iHcFSZjA884/s320/EC.CAN.DC100.FL.FTS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-6265217227874732109?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/6265217227874732109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=6265217227874732109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/6265217227874732109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/6265217227874732109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/12/early-christmas-present.html' title='Early Christmas Present'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__n6qSomGmwE/RXS_kC9FJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iHcFSZjA884/s72-c/EC.CAN.DC100.FL.FTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-7544885421762763149</id><published>2006-12-01T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:43:23.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can this week be any longer??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I might have to go to the store and get me some beer to drown the agony left by my job... lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look what I found, crazy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7673/2370/320/70814/366992982OvskrW_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-7544885421762763149?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/7544885421762763149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=7544885421762763149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/7544885421762763149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/7544885421762763149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeah-friday.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-1613113334874472857</id><published>2006-11-30T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:02:49.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Old, old jokes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;1. How do you put a giraffe into a refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The correct answer is: Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe, and close the door.?&lt;br /&gt;This question tests whether you tend to do simple things in an overly complicated way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. How do you put an elephant into a refrigerator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Did you say, Open the refrigerator, put in the elephant, and close the refrigerator? Wrong. Correct Answer: Open the refrigerator, take out the giraffe, put in the elephant and close the door. This tests your ability to think through the repercussions of your previous actions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. The Lion King is hosting an animal conference. All the animals attend.... except one.? Which animal does not attend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Correct Answer: The Elephant. The elephant is in the refrigerator. You just put him in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This tests your memory. Okay, even if you did not answer the first three questions correctly, you still have one more chance to show your true abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;4. There is a river you must cross but it is used by crocodiles, and you do not have a boat.? How do you manage it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Correct Answer: You jump into the river and swim across. Have you not been listening?&lt;br /&gt;All the crocodiles are attending the Animal Meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;This tests whether you learn quickly from your mistakes. According to Anderson Consulting Worldwide, around 90% of the professionals they tested got all questions wrong, but many preschoolers got several correct answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7673/2370/320/139684/caritas3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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/19422713-1613113334874472857?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/1613113334874472857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=1613113334874472857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/1613113334874472857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/1613113334874472857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/11/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-4281396552622469110</id><published>2006-11-20T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:14:48.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with a shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7673/2370/1600/162753/Shoes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7673/2370/320/127646/Shoes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't know what it is about this shoe that got me so crazy over it? Is it the glitter...Awwwww, now I'm gonna have to go shopping, lol!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-4281396552622469110?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/4281396552622469110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=4281396552622469110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/4281396552622469110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/4281396552622469110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-in-love-with-shoe.html' title='I&apos;m in love with a shoe'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-806694517014202629</id><published>2006-11-13T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:12:26.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we there yet??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's almost Christmas and I'm not prepare for it nor I'm prepare to go back home ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother's wedding is at the end of December and I didn't manage to lose any weight (no surprise there) and I don't even have a dress yet. Even on my dreams I worry about what I'm gonna wear. In my dream, I did have a dress but I didn't have time to do my hair or my make up, lol... Well, I better star planning now to avoid my dream from coming through...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7673/2370/320/gf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-806694517014202629?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/806694517014202629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="375" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-bf.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970190087615&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-116320911731586706?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/116320911731586706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=116320911731586706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116320911731586706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116320911731586706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-116139092416434142</id><published>2006-10-20T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:18:33.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeahhhhhh Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Friday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the longest week ever or at least that's how I felt, but it's over nowwwwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll meet with Teri to go to the flea market @ Chabot college (it's small, nothing like SJ) and after that I think we're going to Ikea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-116139092416434142?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/116139092416434142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=116139092416434142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116139092416434142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116139092416434142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeahhhhhh-friday.html' title='Yeahhhhhh Friday'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-116104104062070423</id><published>2006-10-16T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:19:12.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you saying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;For the past few days I've been having these really creepy and pretty gross dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;I have a dream interpretation dictionary but it doesn't always gives you an explanation for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;But check this out, also for the last couple of days my horoscope has been talking about messages that I should be getting in my dreams and how over receptive I will be all this month. So, you mean all those crazy ass dreams actually mean something???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe I should stop mixing beer &amp;amp; tequila, LOL...&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/19422713-116104104062070423?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/116104104062070423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=116104104062070423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116104104062070423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116104104062070423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-are-you-saying.html' title='What are you saying?'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-116078052824843830</id><published>2006-10-13T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:19:43.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish, I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This morning we had to attend a brown bag meeting with boss and some of the manager's assistants (awwww) at the Civic Center Branch, the only good thing was seeing my buddies. I didn't feel like coming back; I just wanted to stay there = (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, I have to get back to work. Have a great weekend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-116078052824843830?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/116078052824843830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=116078052824843830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116078052824843830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116078052824843830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wish-i-wish.html' title='I wish, I wish...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-116060471203625818</id><published>2006-10-11T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:20:36.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&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="color:#000066;"&gt;Today was a good day. I went out to lunch with Charmaine &amp; Lachelle (we used to work together)... We had such blast, you know, talking about work and family. One thing is for sure, all of us look so rest it, hahaha. In one way or another, once we left our department the stress went down. But we still miss our coworkers though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway, gotta get back... See ya later !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Picture%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Gwen Lachelle, Charmaine &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-116060471203625818?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/116060471203625818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=116060471203625818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116060471203625818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116060471203625818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-old-times.html' title='Good Old Times'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-116052630995689617</id><published>2006-10-10T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:21:28.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awwwwwwwwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Have you ever been so pissed off but you can talk about it?? Ever since we moved to our new location, things have changed dramatically. I feel frustated and lonely. Me being the only underwriter (well, not counting Chandra) makes it harder to go through certain things specially when it comes down to underwriting and I can't go to my supervisor 'cause the woman doesn't know crap about underwriting, go figure that one out!! Also another co-worker was supposed to be my back up so Chandra could concentrate 100% on her dmv duties. Well, guess what? Just now, she tells us that she doesn't know how to do certain endorsements, transactions, etc... So I asked myself? what was the training for? I offer to train her and what was her answer? let me talk to our supervisor. After several days I when to talk to our supervisor 'cause I don't want anybody to think I'm trying to get out of it ('cause that's not me). I told her what happened and I also mentioned I didn't feel comfortable going back to this lady to tell her one more time because she might feel I being pushy. Well, until now I've not hear from neither one and honestly I don't care. They just gonna have to deal with it specially if I'm out, right? In the other hand, I have trusting issues; so far I have work with one of my reps for about two years but our relationship is not the "buddy-buddy" kind. As far as the rest of the people, all I can say is &gt; I DON'T TRUST THEM&lt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-116052630995689617?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/116052630995689617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=116052630995689617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116052630995689617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/116052630995689617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/10/awwwwwwwwww.html' title='awwwwwwwwww'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-115636054619279621</id><published>2006-08-23T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:22:05.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things happen for a reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Angel_with_Tilted_Halo_Colorful_Trio.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Angel_with_Tilted_Halo_Colorful_Trio.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This January will be my mom's 10th death anniversary and until a few months ago I'd still cry talking about her. I mean you can't expect to recuperate in one day, it might take you an eternity but it gets easier"...If your heart gets broken or your life gets temporarily ruined, everything and I repeat everything happens for a reason. True, the pain is excruciating, but know in your heart that time will heal you; it will never go away but it would be easier to get up every morning and go on with your life... And t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here will always be family members and friends to support you. Of course they can't replace that special person but it sure makes you feel good knowing you are not alone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-115636054619279621?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/115636054619279621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=115636054619279621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115636054619279621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115636054619279621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-happen-for-reason.html' title='Things happen for a reason...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-115620455048534794</id><published>2006-08-21T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:09.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has finally come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/sad%20puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/sad%20puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Life has been a little crazy at work; it's our last week at this office and you can feel the tension in the air. We got our boxes and according to management we have to be packed by thursday with no more than two boxes per person. At first, I must confess I was in denial but as the day gets closer I get a little more excited and sad at the same time. I'm not going to see my girls anymore, at least not everyday like I used. Well, gotta get back to work - I'll talk to you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mg&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/19422713-115620455048534794?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/115620455048534794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=115620455048534794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115620455048534794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115620455048534794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-has-finally-come.html' title='The time has finally come...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-115557530989014476</id><published>2006-08-14T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:09.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of the brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/The%20Brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/The%20Brain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Over the weekend I watched a few shows involving psychics and the power of the brain. It's not easy talking about a subject that most people is skeptical about, but sometimes I wonder why we need to see things or feel them in order to believe them?? Human nature I guess, however we also tend to be curious creatures. When I was little I'd have dreams or visions (like they called them) about things, people or places that I have never seen before and at one point or another I'd meet. And all these memories were brought up by those shows. Anyway, I never paid much attention to them until I was seventeen. One day I was at home by myself (my parents were out town getting treatment for my mom's cancer and my brothers and sister were at school), I fell asleep on the couch for a few minutes. I wish I could find the words to describe the sensation of waking up crying knowing that your mother is going to die. I cried my eyes out and tried to convince myself it was only a nightmare. Time passed by and one morning I got that painful phone call from my dad telling my mom had just died. I couldn't talk for a couple of minutes, but in my mind I was begging God to forgive me 'cause I felt like I've caused my mom's death. Until these days, the feeling is still there; it doesn't hurt as much but it won't go away. I've dreamed of other people's deaths and unfortunately they have come true. But not everything is bad, for example one morning I dreamed Russell (a coworker) was going to have another baby. Several months after he told me his wife was pregnant and he said when I told him about my dream, he had just found out about his wife pregnancy (spooky)... I have plenty of stories about the subject but that's not the point I'm trying to make here... So long!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-115557530989014476?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/115557530989014476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=115557530989014476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115557530989014476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115557530989014476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/08/power-of-brain.html' title='Power of the brain'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-115497708332104656</id><published>2006-08-07T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:08.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anal Glaucoma??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Glaucoma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Glaucoma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A woman called her boss one morning and told him that she was staying home because she was not feeling well. "What's the matter?" he asked."I have a case of anal glaucoma," she said in a weak voice. "What the hell is anal glaucoma?" he replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I just can't see my ass coming in to work today."&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/19422713-115497708332104656?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/115497708332104656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=115497708332104656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115497708332104656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115497708332104656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/08/anal-glaucoma.html' title='Anal Glaucoma??'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-115454940005304888</id><published>2006-08-02T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:08.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long my friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Picture%20012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/graphic1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/graphic1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Picture%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charmaine, Me, Teri &amp; Myra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael, Bowie, Odile, Lachelle, Charles, Gwen &amp; Myra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;David, Frances, Russell &amp;amp; Teri&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/19422713-115454940005304888?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/115454940005304888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=115454940005304888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115454940005304888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115454940005304888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-long-my-friend.html' title='So long my friend...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-115386376062408727</id><published>2006-07-25T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:08.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/oddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/oddie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do I start, let see... a couple of coworkers left us (for better jobs of course), my brother got a new job too and he's attending a training class in Rhode Island. Will is in las Vegas for the week and I'm here dying of boredom. The worst thing is that I don't feel like doing anything, especially under this weather. Technically, I got the house for myself and I can do anything I want and yet I don't do anything. Oh well, I'll have to find a hobby....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-115386376062408727?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/115386376062408727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=115386376062408727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115386376062408727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115386376062408727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-115102310408849182</id><published>2006-06-22T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:08.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/design.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gosh, my youngest brother's wedding is just around the corner (actually December) but time is flying and I'm starting to get really excited. According to my sister, the bridesmaids dresses are going to be turquoise and it just happens to be one of summer's colors. Right now you see a lot of black &amp;amp; white, brown, fucsia and turquoise. So I've been going crazy looking around for dresses, shoes and accessories. I found a dress that I really, really love... Well, gotta go home - see you soon!!&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/19422713-115102310408849182?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/115102310408849182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=115102310408849182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115102310408849182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115102310408849182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/06/shopping-time.html' title='Shopping Time'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-115076145877919029</id><published>2006-06-19T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:07.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MEN OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/mgm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/mgm.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-115076145877919029?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/115076145877919029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=115076145877919029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115076145877919029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115076145877919029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/06/men-of-my-life.html' title='THE MEN OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-115013414290101219</id><published>2006-06-12T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:07.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul searching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/sad%20baby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/sad%20baby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/sad%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's been a while since my last entry and I'm not making excuses but I've been lost. Were should I start? I've fallen in a routine, I feel like a robot who  gets up, goes to work and comes back home to finish  house chores (am I screaming for a vacation or what?). Last night Will told me that I look sad most of the time. So, I asked myself "what am I missing? What's stopping me from smiling again?". I know I should be grateful for the things I got in my life, specially my baby, this wonderful man who's been so patient and loving of me, the real me, the woman underneath the clothes &amp;amp; make up. Maybe I just need some time away from everything, who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later!!&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/19422713-115013414290101219?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/115013414290101219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=115013414290101219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115013414290101219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/115013414290101219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/06/soul-searching.html' title='Soul searching'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114868406236654642</id><published>2006-05-26T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:07.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful for:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I AM THANKFUL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE WIFE&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS ON THE SOFA&lt;br /&gt;BEING A COUCH POTATO,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TEENAGER&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,&lt;br /&gt;NOT ON THE STREETS.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TAXES I PAY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I AM EMPLOYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,&lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,&lt;br /&gt;AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME.&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH..&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PARKING SPOT&lt;br /&gt;I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION.&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I AM WARM.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I CAN HEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.&lt;br /&gt;FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES&lt;br /&gt;AT THE END OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN&lt;br /&gt;CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF&lt;br /&gt;IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Live well, Laugh often, &amp;amp; Love with all of your heart!&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/19422713-114868406236654642?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114868406236654642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114868406236654642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114868406236654642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114868406236654642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-thankful-for.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful for:'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114851029687318992</id><published>2006-05-24T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:06.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/garfield8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When I was younger I had a really bad temper accompanied with a terrible attitude but as I grew older I learned how to controlled. Or at least I thought I did. For the last couple of weeks I've been in such a bad mood and on top of that I just don't have the patience to deal with customers. I've always been pretty patient but right now and at the edge of telling them to go to hell, but then again I keep my mouth shut 'cause I know I'd not like to be treated like that... I think I need a mental vacation!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Adios&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/19422713-114851029687318992?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114851029687318992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114851029687318992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114851029687318992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114851029687318992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/05/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114832612614459630</id><published>2006-05-22T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:06.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/346;55:5;fp5"&gt;nu=3232&gt;478&gt;536&gt;2323478627349ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/346%3B55%3A5%3B%7Ffp5%3Enu%3D3232%3E478%3E536%3E2323478627349ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This weekend was almost perfect... I got to see my family, had a great time with my baby (I mean Will, not my nephew) and I got plenty of sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We didn't do much, watched a couple of movies, I cooked some prawns over rice (jummy) and I played with my nephew, what else could I asked for... Well, worked is quiet today, which is rare for a Monday morning at the counter... So long!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-114832612614459630?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114832612614459630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114832612614459630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114832612614459630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114832612614459630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/05/beautiful-weekend.html' title='Beautiful Weekend!!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114806814444318848</id><published>2006-05-19T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:06.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/silvester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/silvester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ahhhhhhhh, I couldn't be happier, finally the weekend is around the corner...I'm planning on painting the bathrooms this weekend and I'm hoping that I can pick one color this time. As a fanatic of the Home &amp; Garden Channel, I've learned a lot about house upkeep and decoration techniques. So, I'm planning on using my skills through out the house one room at the time of course...I also hoping that I get to see my nephew this weekend; my brother called and told me they'd visit me this weekend but I don't wanna get my hopes up in case he fakes on me (pretty typical of him). Well, boys and girls have a great weekend and I'll see you when I see you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hasta luego...&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/19422713-114806814444318848?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114806814444318848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114806814444318848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114806814444318848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114806814444318848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-friday.html' title='Hello Friday'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114791350036879347</id><published>2006-05-17T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:06.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So slow and yet so fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/tired%20puppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/tired%20puppies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today is one of those days where time is going by so slow but then again is almost the end of month. Gosh, it was just Christmas the other day and now I have to start saving for Christmas again. I feel like I haven't done anything at all this year and the ironic thing is I'm always busy...And then comes the energy issue; lately I have to drag myself just to get up which believe me that's not a problem for me (at least during the week 'cause I know I gotta do it). For the last few weeks, I go home and I take a nap on bart, I might cook dinner and then I fall asleep on the couch for like and hour or two. The worse thing is that I've been sleeping more but I'm more tired than ever. I guess I'm gonna go back to my old habits, sleep late get up early and recuperate on the weekend, hahaha... &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/19422713-114791350036879347?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114791350036879347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114791350036879347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114791350036879347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114791350036879347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-slow-and-yet-so-fast.html' title='So slow and yet so fast...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114771956598163171</id><published>2006-05-15T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:05.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/oneofthosedays.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/oneofthosedays.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/oneofthosedays.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;This weekend went by so fast. Today, I don't have energy for anything; I can barely move my fingers, maybe another cup of coffee might help. I'll try to update this page when I get a little more energy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ciao&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/19422713-114771956598163171?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114771956598163171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114771956598163171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114771956598163171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114771956598163171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-tired.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114687486591160768</id><published>2006-05-05T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:05.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not PREGNANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/mexico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I've been throwing my guts up for the last couple of days and for obvious reasons I stayed at home. About 90% of my lovely co-workers asked me if I was pregnant. And since I got really nauseas at work a few times before they starting teasing me about it. Or maybe 'cause there are like three or four pregnant ladies on our division, but I'm not following that trend just yet. Although you are never ready to become a parent, I feel like this is not the best time to bring another human being to the planet. For now, I'll settle for any food that stays in my stomach more than 2hrs... Well, gotta run to the bathroom again. See you later!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FELIZ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CINCO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DE MAYO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-114687486591160768?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114687486591160768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114687486591160768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114687486591160768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114687486591160768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-not-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m not PREGNANT'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114670191070913845</id><published>2006-05-03T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:04.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/image.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/image.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I know 9-1-1 is only for emergencies, I told you I'm out of coffee, hahahaha....&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/19422713-114670191070913845?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114670191070913845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114670191070913845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114670191070913845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114670191070913845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/05/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114592442769892573</id><published>2006-04-24T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:04.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Hungry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/garfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt so hungry, that you eat and eat but the feeling is still there??? That's what happened to me today. It's almost 5:30 and my stomach still growling, why? I don't understand; I even drank a whole lot of water thinking it was just thirst, but it won't go away...&lt;/strong&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/19422713-114592442769892573?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114592442769892573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114592442769892573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114592442769892573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114592442769892573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-hungry.html' title='So Hungry...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114555786907999758</id><published>2006-04-20T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:03.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish u were here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/BEACH.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/BEACH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm dying to take a vacation break; get up late, don't do anything at all, ahhhh wishful thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Until that time comes, here is a picture of the place where I mentally escape to when I get frustrated!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wish you were here too??&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/19422713-114555786907999758?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114555786907999758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114555786907999758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114555786907999758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114555786907999758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/04/wish-u-were-here.html' title='Wish u were here?'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114539743887638732</id><published>2006-04-18T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:03.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I belong here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/alien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever felt this way? Like you are an alien 'cause you are so different from everybody else? Sometimes I can feel it by the expression of other people's faces, when I'm talking about something that no one else can relate to!&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was a little girl, everybody used to say I was weird, that I wasn't a normal child; go figure... And sometimes I feel that I shouldn't even try to "Fit in", why should I be like everybody else? Well, I guess we are who we are for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all until I figure out who the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:f*@"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;f*@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I am... lol&lt;br /&gt;&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/19422713-114539743887638732?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114539743887638732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114539743887638732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114539743887638732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114539743887638732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-i-belong-here.html' title='Do I belong here?'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114503155323811276</id><published>2006-04-14T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:03.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Life%20is%20a%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Life%20is%20a%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yesterday Terri and I went to the movies to watch "Take the Lead" (with Antonio Banderas), but there was a blackout on that side of the area. So what did we do? Well, since we were starving, we ended up eating at Chili's, hmmm Chili's, lol... We had boneless buffalo chicken wings and nachos with steak and chicken (yummy) along with a couple of beers &gt; u know gotta take advantage of happy hour&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ciao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-114503155323811276?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114503155323811276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114503155323811276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114503155323811276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114503155323811276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/04/tgif-again.html' title='TGIF again!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114485846259398536</id><published>2006-04-12T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:02.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of multitasking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/bullshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/bullshit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I thought I was busy before but now I'm really feeling what busy is... For the last couple of days I've been so busy that I barely had time to crack a smile. One of my co-workers said "Monica is really busy, you know how I can tell because she hasn't turn her music on"... And it's true the very first thing I do when I get up is thank the Lord for another day follow by my trip to the shower, but not without turning the radio on. About a week ago we had a sales reps reassignment due to the upcoming expansion. So all of us who got chosen to go to the financial district had to start working together. My boss said "I want you to start working with this people and get them use to the way you work. If anything is going to happen, it better happen now"... What can I say, he's right but I think the reassignment contribute to my busyness; you know, new people, new problems and new joys. Don't get me wrong though, I've never had any problems with any of them but I'm also the type of person who gets attached to people pretty quick. And to be honest I kindda miss my old reps., plus we had that "Latin bond" going on. Well, I've complained enough for now... See you around!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;PS - When life gives you lemons, give me a call I'll bring the tequila and the salt -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-114485846259398536?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114485846259398536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114485846259398536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114485846259398536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114485846259398536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/04/art-of-multitasking.html' title='The art of multitasking!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114315951215922754</id><published>2006-03-23T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:01.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;So far, so good. I'm actually less sore today and it might be just a mental thing, but I feel with more energy. Usually when it gets close to the end of week , I'm dragging myself just to lift a finger. Anyway, everything seems to be going great (knock on wood) and I hope it stays like that for a while 'cause I feel like I deserve a break from all the emotional $#!+ that I have gone through lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-114315951215922754?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114315951215922754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114315951215922754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114315951215922754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114315951215922754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-two.html' title='Day two..'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114304765676936503</id><published>2006-03-22T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:00.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Press "START" to continue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/garfield7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;After not working out for a long, long time, I got on the bike and I did about 20 minutes. God was I tired, my legs were burning but besides the pain I also felt that I had accomplish something great. I forgot how good it feels to work out. Problem = Will Power - how long will it last this time. One week, two weeks, hopefully more 'cause I got until December to lose &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of weight... My best reward: fitting that beautiful red dress I bought I few years back ( which I refuse to give up)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-114304765676936503?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114304765676936503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114304765676936503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114304765676936503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114304765676936503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/03/press-start-to-continue.html' title='Press &quot;START&quot; to continue'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114297441518903573</id><published>2006-03-21T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:00.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep needed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/garfield5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;This weekend has been one of the busiest so far... Friday night we went out to dinner, Saturday we had to get up early to go to breakfast and run some errands until late afternoon, Sunday we had the "BBQ for season ticket holders" (warriors) and a game after that; so we didn't get home until late afternoon. Yesterday I had to get up early for my hair appointment which for one reason or the other I didn't get out of there until 2pm. Next was my doctor's app. So this morning I woke up feeling so restless. I need to sleeppppppppppppppp&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/19422713-114297441518903573?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114297441518903573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114297441518903573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114297441518903573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114297441518903573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleep-needed.html' title='Sleep needed!!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114184417580906521</id><published>2006-03-08T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:47:00.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As time goes by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Picture%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Picture%20066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It seems like it was just yesterday when my nephew was born. Next month he'll be two years old and I'm not saying this just because he's my baby but everytime I see him he gets cutter and cutter. My brother came over on Sunday and after we had lunch, my brother and my boyfriend were playing video games upstairs and I got to spend the rest of the afternoon with the baby. He's talking more and more and everytime I see him, he's saying a new word; yesterday I was making count in spanish and I tried to make him count to ten but for some reason we got stuck on three. It's his favorite number for now and that was all he kept saying "Tres, tres, tres". And the best part was when he called me "TIA" (untie, in spanish). I know it may sound stupid but I was so happy that he finally knows who I am....&lt;br /&gt;&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/19422713-114184417580906521?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114184417580906521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114184417580906521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114184417580906521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114184417580906521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-time-goes-by.html' title='As time goes by'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114166441245889536</id><published>2006-03-06T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:59.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/graphic1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/graphic1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/graphic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I got this email from a friend and its so nice but at the same time so sad... It's worth reading !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BEING A MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After 21 years of marriage, My wife wanted me to take another woman out todinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other womanloves you and would love to spend some time with you."The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has beena widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children hadmade it possible to visit her only occasionally.That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What'swrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman whosuspects that a late night call or asurprise invitation is a sign of bad news."I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,"Iresponded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, andthen said, "I would like that very much."That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervousabout our date. She waited in the door with her coat on.She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn tocelebrate her last wedding anniversary.She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told myfriends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,"she said, as she got into the car."They can't wait to hear about our meeting."We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy.My mother took my arm as if she were theFirst Lady.After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read largeprint. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sittingthere staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips."It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,"she said ."Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation nothing extraordinarybut catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so muchthat we missed the movie.As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again,but only if you let me invite you." I agreed."How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Muchmore so than I could have imagined," Ianswered.A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened sosuddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receiptfrom the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you a nd the other for yourwife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU"and to give our loved ones the time that theydeserve.Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time theydeserve, because these things cannot be putoff till "some other time."Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you'vehad a baby .... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal"is history.Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct .. somebody nevertook a three-year-old shopping.Somebody said being a mother is boring ...somebody never rode in a cardriven by a teenager with a driver's permit.Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn outgood"....somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.Somebody said "good" ! mothers never raise their voices....somebody never came out the back door just in time tosee her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother ....somebody neverhelped a fourth grader withhis math.Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first.... somebody doesn't have two children.Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearingquestions in the books.... somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor anddelivery....somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the firstday of kindergarten .. or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one handtied behind her back ...somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies tosell cookies.Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child getsmarried....somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son ordaughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaveshome....somebody never had grandchildren.Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tellher.... somebody isn't a mother.Pass this along to all the "mothers" in your life, and to everyone who everhad a mother.This isn't just about being a mother, it's about appreciating the people inyour life while you have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you, Mom!&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/19422713-114166441245889536?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114166441245889536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114166441245889536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114166441245889536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114166441245889536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/03/being-mother.html' title='Being a mother...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114140535767611023</id><published>2006-03-03T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:59.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOW ME THE COFFEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/garfield4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, at least it's Friday and that's all I can say for now... Have a great weekend!!&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/19422713-114140535767611023?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114140535767611023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114140535767611023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114140535767611023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114140535767611023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/03/show-me-coffee_03.html' title='SHOW ME THE COFFEE'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114123475081786907</id><published>2006-03-01T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:59.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/garfield6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes life gets really messy but after some scrubbing and a good dusting, things are going back to normal. I guess the trick is not panic but we're creatures of habit and when the unknown knocks on our doors, we can't help it but panic. I woke up this morning feeling like a new person, not improved but with a different attitude and for some reason all I could think of was that saying "When god gives lemons, make lemonade out of them"... So, in another words "bring it on sista", hahaha. Well, gotta get back to work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Adios&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/19422713-114123475081786907?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114123475081786907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114123475081786907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114123475081786907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114123475081786907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/03/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114073349549193899</id><published>2006-02-23T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:58.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/garfield2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/garfield2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's really nice when other people tells you "what would I do without". It makes you feel special, important, but there is a fine line between support and dependency ... Lately all I can hear is Monica can you do this, Monica can you do that or "that's a Monica thing", what's that supposed to mean? I don't mind helping whenever I can but sometimes I feel that people takes advantage of me.... Does anybody has some cheese for my whine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-114073349549193899?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114073349549193899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114073349549193899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114073349549193899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114073349549193899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/02/enough.html' title='Enough...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-114063005977601176</id><published>2006-02-22T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:58.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or so I say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Picture%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Picture%20074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Sorry, I haven't been in the writing mood lately...You know there are some days where you just don't give a crap about anything or anyone and unfortunately I'm back to that mood...I wish some came up with a mood swing pill that could level your hormones and have you smiling all the time. Can you imagine how much money they'd make??? hahaha. Well, gotta go but I'll see you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-114063005977601176?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/114063005977601176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=114063005977601176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114063005977601176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/114063005977601176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/02/or-so-i-say.html' title='Or so I say'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113996727931880702</id><published>2006-02-14T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:57.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/EW3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/400/EW3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/EW3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/EW3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Although Will and I always called Valentine's day "Suckers Day", we still got each other a little something...Then we had dinner by candle lights and watched a movie and well you can pretty much guess the rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113996727931880702?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113996727931880702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113996727931880702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113996727931880702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113996727931880702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113958994258446442</id><published>2006-02-10T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:57.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend is here, yeah baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/El%20Limon%20036.jpg%202222.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/El%20Limon%20036.jpg%202222.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/El%20Limon%20036.jpg%202222.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm feeling a little homesick and I'm thankful for the internet 'cause you can go anywhere (virtually) in seconds. So, I went back home for a minute ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is the church of my hometown in the process of restoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113958994258446442?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113958994258446442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113958994258446442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113958994258446442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113958994258446442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-is-here-yeah-baby.html' title='The weekend is here, yeah baby!!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113950587401712112</id><published>2006-02-09T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:56.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Saturday%20nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Saturday%20nite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Jazz%20Singer.II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Jazz%20Singer.II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I didn't do thess ones but I loved them so much I had to share them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113950587401712112?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113950587401712112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113950587401712112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113950587401712112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113950587401712112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/02/jazz.html' title='Jazz'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113941897253110280</id><published>2006-02-08T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:56.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Picture%20094a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Picture%20094a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Picture%20094.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Picture%20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I haven't seen my little nephew in a while and I miss him so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&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/19422713-113941897253110280?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113941897253110280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113941897253110280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113941897253110280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113941897253110280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-baby.html' title='My Baby'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113924477398262768</id><published>2006-02-06T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:56.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/graphic1.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/graphic1.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/graphic1.0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Usually I have no problems with coming to work on Mondays; call me crazy but since I'm well rested, getting up it's a little easier... Not this time, I feel like calling in sick, but I had a couple of projects to finish plus one of my reps is on vacation (he went to Hawaii, lucky him).I don't mind being busy but today 2 1/2 cups of coffee haven't help much... Gotta go, see ya soon (if I don't fall sleep, hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113924477398262768?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113924477398262768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113924477398262768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113924477398262768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113924477398262768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/02/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113881296336624348</id><published>2006-02-01T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:56.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wow, the week is almost over (again). I swear that this year is going away even faster that the last one. Things have been super busy personally and professionally but I have faith that it will slow down pretty soon. In the mean time, my multi-tasking skills have improve a lot, hahaha. Well, I might not have time to write a lot but I'll holla once in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113881296336624348?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113881296336624348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113881296336624348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113881296336624348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113881296336624348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/02/ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113864314008998188</id><published>2006-01-30T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:55.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up!!</title><content type='html'>It's 6 am and the alarm wakes me up, I look at the time wishing it was Sunday. Some how I managed to get to bathroom, I turned on the music to make my shower more pleasant and the water felt so good that I didn't wanna get out but I had to go to work. My day started pretty busy as usual and to make it worse, all the phone calls I got until now where from crazy people. Most of those calls were transferred from our call center and by the time they got to me our clients were so pissed that at least three or four went off on me.... Usually I'm pretty patient person and it takes a lot to upset me, but today after the four call I started to yell back to the client. Erika is one of my supervisor who sits next to me and she was shocked 'cause it's the first time she sees me like that. I was cool after a few deep breaths...Well, I have to go back to work; my lunch hour is over and I still got a big pile of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113864314008998188?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113864314008998188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113864314008998188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113864314008998188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113864314008998188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/01/wake-up.html' title='Wake up!!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113838531476549626</id><published>2006-01-27T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:55.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters and Girlfriends week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It is good to be a woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We got off the Titanic first.&lt;br /&gt;2. We can scare male bosses with the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.&lt;br /&gt;3 Taxis stop for us.&lt;br /&gt;4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.&lt;br /&gt;5. No fashion faux pas we make, could ever rival the Speedo.&lt;br /&gt;6. We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;7. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;8. We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her rear end.&lt;br /&gt;9. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.&lt;br /&gt;10. We have the ability to dress ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;11. We can talk to the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.&lt;br /&gt;12. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we are aware that we will look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;13. We will never regret piercing our ears.&lt;br /&gt;14. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;15. We can make comments about how silly men are in their presence because they aren't listening anyway.&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/19422713-113838531476549626?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113838531476549626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113838531476549626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113838531476549626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113838531476549626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/01/sisters-and-girlfriends-week.html' title='Sisters and Girlfriends week....'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113831226446298175</id><published>2006-01-26T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:55.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer to Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/305827850dQPLXh_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/305827850dQPLXh_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the week is almost gone and I feel like I caught up to most of my work (knock on wood) and hopefully I can dedicate a little time for myself. Since the year began, it has been all about others and don't get me wrong I like helping others but once in a while we need a break; well, that time is now. I wish I could go away for the weekend to spa or be myself at home, ahhhhhh. I might have t o schedule some time off from work and see what can I do about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113831226446298175?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113831226446298175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113831226446298175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113831226446298175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113831226446298175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/01/closer-to-friday.html' title='Closer to Friday...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113812164118038157</id><published>2006-01-24T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:54.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I have to get up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Last night was one of the worse nights I have experienced in a while... We got home around 11:15 and don't ask me why but all the sudden I had the need to bake something, so I made some cheese cake. When it was finally ready it was after 1 am. Anyway, I was so tired by that time that I thought I was going straight to sleep; well, sometimes things don't work the way you want them. I kept on waking up almost every 15 or 20 minutes until almost four and by six my alarm was going off and just for a moment I wished I had a shot gun and blow the hell out of it... But as much as I wanted to stay on the bed and lay with Will a little longer, that stupid voice in your head call conscious kept telling me to get up. So, here I am trying to cheer myself up and find some motivation to start working... helpppppppppppp, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113812164118038157?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113812164118038157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113812164118038157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113812164118038157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113812164118038157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-do-i-have-to-get-up.html' title='Why do I have to get up?'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113803518210544992</id><published>2006-01-23T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:54.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you thought you knew everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, here is a little refresher course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The liquid inside young coconuts can be used as a substitute for&lt;br /&gt;Blood plasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No piece of paper can be folded in half&lt;br /&gt;more than seven (7) times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkeys kill more people annually&lt;br /&gt;than plane crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You burn more calories sleeping&lt;br /&gt;than you do watching television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oak trees do not produce acorns&lt;br /&gt;until they are fifty (50) years of age or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first product to have a bar code&lt;br /&gt;was Wrigley's gum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of Hearts is the only king&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT A MOUSTACHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one (1) olive&lt;br /&gt;from each salad served in first-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise.&lt;br /&gt;(Since Venus is normally associated with women,&lt;br /&gt;what does this tell you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples, not caffeine,&lt;br /&gt;are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most dust particles in your house are made from&lt;br /&gt;DEAD SKIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first owner of the Marlboro Company died of lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;So did the first " Marlboro Man. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney was afraid&lt;br /&gt;OF MICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEARLS MELT&lt;br /&gt;IN VINEGAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three most valuable brand names on earth: Marlboro, Coca Cola, and Budweiser, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to lead a cow upstairs...&lt;br /&gt;but, not downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A duck's quack doesn't echo,&lt;br /&gt;and no one knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush be kept at least six (6) feet away from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resulting from the flush.&lt;br /&gt;(I keep my toothbrush in the living room now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best for last.....&lt;br /&gt;Turtles can breathe through their butts.&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that, don't YOU?) &lt;/span&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/19422713-113803518210544992?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113803518210544992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113803518210544992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113803518210544992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113803518210544992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-you-thought-you-knew-everything.html' title='And you thought you knew everything...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113780330361404057</id><published>2006-01-20T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:53.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippieeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/butterflies.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/butterflies.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally Friday is here...Hopefully this weekend is not that crazy and I get the chance to get some sleep. Well, see you Monday 'cause the chances of writing over the weekend are very small especially now that Will and his buddies have discovered yahoo messenger ... = )&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/19422713-113780330361404057?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113780330361404057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113780330361404057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113780330361404057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113780330361404057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/01/yippieeeeeeee.html' title='Yippieeeeeeee'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113770539810452526</id><published>2006-01-19T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:53.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/butterflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/butterflies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After a long time away, I finally found a little time to blog ... Anyway, I was talking to a high school friend and she told me she was trying to lose weight &amp; she was going to start "the south beach diet" which is the Miami version of Atkins, go figure. I told her that I don't eat a lot, my problem is that I don't eat enough or don't eat at all... And it's not that I'm doing it on purpose; sometimes I get caught up at work or at home and next thing you know time flew by and I didn't eat. The doctors said that our stomach produces acid to dissolve the meals we consume and everytime we skip a meal the acid accumulates in our stomach and that's how the acid reflux disease or ulcers are born. If you happened to survive either one of those problems, then a much bigger problem knocks on your door "weight retention" ... Our brain cannot guess when will be our next meal so it tells our body to keep everything, just in case. Well, unfortunately for me I have acid reflux and I suffer from weight retention and not to mention family genes which are not in my favor. I just started bringing lunch and a few snacks to keep on my desk. I also pull down my treadmill but haven't work out yet. So, hopefully by December I'd be able to fit that beautiful red dress I bought a couple of years ago and wear some of my old clothes that I have kept for sentimental reasons. Well, I think I said more than enough for now. I'll see you soon!!&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/19422713-113770539810452526?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113770539810452526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113770539810452526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113770539810452526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113770539810452526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-break.html' title='Little break...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113633318247848867</id><published>2006-01-03T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:53.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year or is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, 2006 is here and I'm trying to get aboard the new attitude train but my goals are not easy. First, I will try to have a positive attitude; lately I felt like I hated the world and the world hated it me... Second, I'll try my best to lose weight to be happier and gain my self confidence and to shut all my relatives mouths when I go back to my hometown, hahaha. Last but not least, I'll try to manage my finances better. Some how, I got myself in trouble and this year I'll put and end to that. Hopefully I can enjoy a little shopping spree with Ely once in a while (it's been a long time since we visited The Burlington Coat Factory). Ok, boys and girls gotta go. Work is pretty busy as usual and I don't expect it to change any time soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and I'll see you around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113633318247848867?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113633318247848867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113633318247848867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113633318247848867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113633318247848867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-or-is-it.html' title='Happy New Year or is it?'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113597650003468549</id><published>2005-12-30T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:52.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Hang%20in%20There.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Hang%20in%20There.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I couldn't be any happier, I'm so tired that I glad  the weekend is here. I have no plans for tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep late and clean up the house as usual ... I hope this weekend is quiet and peaceful. I wish our phone doesn't ring and no one knocks on our door. It's not that I'm being antisocial, I'm only wishing to be left alone for a few days. Is that too much to ask for?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy New Year and I'll see you in 2006!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113597650003468549?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113597650003468549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113597650003468549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113597650003468549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113597650003468549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113589338343549619</id><published>2005-12-29T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:52.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;For some reason today most of us don't feel like being here, not that we wanted to be here but we were supposed to go out for drinks. Now, I won't be able to go; my brother called 'cause he will be working late tonight and his wife is at work too, so he asked me if I could baby-sit. I feel a little guilty for not going with them but I rather go home and spend the rest of the night with my baby, jeje... At least I got to see Winnie for the last time, hopefully she won't be like all people when they leave and never keep in touch. Almost time to got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you mañana!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113589338343549619?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113589338343549619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113589338343549619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113589338343549619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113589338343549619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/ahhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhh'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113580086032009802</id><published>2005-12-28T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:52.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST THERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/2269_wallpaper280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/2269_wallpaper280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it's wednesday and we're on the top of the mountain again. Going down hill should be easier, plus we're going out for drinks tomorrow so I'm looking forward to that... More about that later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113580086032009802?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113580086032009802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113580086032009802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113580086032009802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113580086032009802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/almost-there.html' title='ALMOST THERE'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113570536733340388</id><published>2005-12-27T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:52.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/3457293523232fp3"&gt;nu=3232&gt;36:&gt;;:4&gt;232336:&lt;956;9ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/3457293523232%7Ffp3%3Enu%3D3232%3E36%3A%3E%3B%3A4%3E232336%3A%3C956%3B9ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Christmas passed by and the house is back to normal; no more wrapping paper laying all over the floor or gift bags everywhere... It's sad to see how Christmas has become so commercial. It feels like everybody forgot the true meaning of Christmas and they care more about the presents or how many they can get. Anyway, I don't like this time of the season but it was nice to get together for a little while and see relatives and friends that we only see around this time. The theme for this year was pajamas; most of us got pajamas or scarves, hahaha. I also got a few gift cards from my co-workers so I bought myself some new clothes, yeahhhhhhh... That's it for now, we're really short-handed this week, so not much time to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersehen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113570536733340388?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113570536733340388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113570536733340388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113570536733340388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113570536733340388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113521478017596397</id><published>2005-12-21T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:51.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it was Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Almost there, but I'm so tired and just the middle of the week. I've been feeling sick since Sunday and my coworkers kept telling me that I was pregnant, "of course not". I gotta confess the symptoms are pretty similar but my friend told me it could also be vertigo. What the hell is Vertigo?? Well, I looked it up and the symptoms are similar to what I feel (dizziness, nausea or vomiting, blurred vision - which I blamed on the cpu - headache, increase of motion sickness, lack of coordination and the list goes on)... So, if that's the case what am I supposed to do? Vertigo is not considered a disease, it's just a collections of symptoms and to my surprise, over 40% of adults in the USA suffer from it; amazing ha? Research shows that vertigo may be related to an ear infection so the solutions out there right now are therapy, medication or surgery. That's if you can define which type of vertigo you have first, hahaha but I won't get into that. Whatever, starting the year when our benefits change I'll have a full check up, get back my magic (birth control) pills and enjoy life without vomiting (gross I know, sorry)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113521478017596397?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113521478017596397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113521478017596397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113521478017596397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113521478017596397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wish-it-was-friday.html' title='I wish it was Friday'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113501324739185658</id><published>2005-12-19T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:51.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/graphic1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/graphic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I knew when started this blog that writing everyday wouldn't be easy. There are a lot of times when I don't feel like talking or writing in this case. There are other occasions were work gets overwhelming that finding time to write is almost impossible. Anyway, I have been away for a few days and even though I have a lot of stuff to write about I'm lacking of time. Stay tune...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;PS - Happy Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;MG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113501324739185658?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113501324739185658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113501324739185658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113501324739185658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113501324739185658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/art-of-writing.html' title='The Art of Writing'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113467019764873015</id><published>2005-12-15T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:51.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today I don't feel like doing anything... I wish I could disappear and go to a secluded place with no phone, no computer and no tv or radio for a few hours, wouldn't that be nice? When I was living with my aunt I used to go to my room and lock the door, then I would turn the lights off and put on some music and sit or lay down on the floor (we had a very comfortable carpet) for a while. I like to be alone once in while, I like to get away from everybody especially from the people that just whines and whines; I feel like telling them "Would you like some cheese for your whine"?, lol... I never complain before because my mom taught me not to do so, she used to say that complaining don't solve anything, but when you hang around people who complains in a regular basis you ended up doing the same...You know "Monkey sees, monkey does"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113467019764873015?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113467019764873015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113467019764873015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113467019764873015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113467019764873015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113459456989825987</id><published>2005-12-14T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:50.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do you know me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;The question refers to our partners, husbands, wives, lovers, or whatever you call the person sharing your bed on a regular basis, lol and what they would like to receive from us this Christmas. How often do we give them house appliances, stuff for the babies, shirts or ties for work, etc. So, what's the perfect gift for a man/woman?? Most women would agree that the perfect gift would be "A day without discussions, problems or complaints", hahaha, yeah right dream on ladies... the guys, well let's just say everything is about sports, electronics or alcohol...Personally I love perfumes and make up; to be honest I have tons of both but I always find myself spending my money on more nail polish, JLO's new frangance... And when it comes to fashion jewelry, I can't resist it even less if it's on sale and blaming Macy's for it. Well, at least that's my story and I'm sticking with it, lol. So, think about before you pull out your money and buy another wallet or another toaster... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113459456989825987?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113459456989825987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113459456989825987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113459456989825987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113459456989825987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-well-do-you-know-me.html' title='How well do you know me???'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113449934806645841</id><published>2005-12-13T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:50.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Today feels like Monday to me; maybe 'cause I was out yesterday. Anyway, our Christmas party was a little disappointing or maybe my expections were to high, who cares. I enjoyed dinner, at least the food was good. Well, back in the office, things are pretty busy as usual. It took me a couple of hours to get myself back to normal pace, I had 35 emails (1 day out), several phone messages and on top of that Erick is out of the office and I have to check his stuff too. At least I know I'll be occupied for the rest of the week. Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113449934806645841?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113449934806645841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113449934806645841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113449934806645841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113449934806645841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-feels-like-monday.html' title='It feels like Monday'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113414903475249713</id><published>2005-12-09T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:50.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week gone ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah baby, it's Friday again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, today it's a good day and everything seems to be going well (knock on wood)... I'm almost ready for our Christmas party tomorrow night, just a few minor details and I'll be good to go!&lt;br /&gt;I just can believe it's Christmas again, weren't we just celebrating it weeks ago? At least that's how it feels like to me; it must be truth that after your 21st B-day every year flies by...I'll talk to you later, it's pretty busy for a Friday. Arrivederci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113414903475249713?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113414903475249713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113414903475249713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113414903475249713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113414903475249713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-week-gone.html' title='Another week gone ...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113407556996484847</id><published>2005-12-08T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:49.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I never new how many defects I had, not that I ever thought of myself as a perfect human being. But most of the times we do or say things without thinking and it bothers or offends other people. Well, it all started in the morning when my friend Erika mentioned that she doesn't like being bother when she wakes up. As she kept on talking I realized I do the same thing and I'm not making excuses but I'm not a morning person; during the week I sleep maybe 4 hrs, 5 max. So on Saturday or Sunday if we don't have anything going on, I like to stay in the bed until I get tired of laying down. But if you wake me up or bother me too early, oh man, you better have a good, no wait, you better have an exceptional excuse to do so or else...Just a couple of nights ago, I fell asleep on the sofa and Will told me he tried to wake me up like three times. After the third time I got up and went straight to bed. But I felt so bad for him 'cause he said that I get too grumpy and I made him feel like punching me. He said next time he'll just leave me there, = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I didn't realize is how rude I was by interrupting when people is not done talking yet or even worse when they're not talking to me ...I could go on and on with this but my point is "How many times have we done this and don't realize we're being impolite"... I'm sorry to all of you if I ever offend you, it was not intentional or was it? lol&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/19422713-113407556996484847?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113407556996484847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113407556996484847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113407556996484847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113407556996484847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/wowwww.html' title='Wowwww'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113398500296238455</id><published>2005-12-07T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:49.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Spirit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Christmas is just around the corner but I'm not into the holiday spirit and I don't want to make this a sad story but this is how it goes: The last time I saw my mom alive was Christmas of 1996 and it hurts so much to think about it. I know it's been almost ten years but I can't help feel so sad. I know it's not Christmas' fault but "I hate Christmas"... And don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for all the blessings I have in my life, for having Will who is a wonderful man, for my family and friends but it's just not the same. I miss seeing her; I remember all my friends were so jealous 'cause I had such cool mom, after all she was my best friend and my mother wrap in one ... How can you ever replace a mother or a child? Partners, friends and even fathers come and go but a piece of your own flesh can never be replace. I don't feel like doing anything and when I'm at home I don't wanna see or talk to anybody. But don't worry, starting January it won't hurt as bad and I might get back to my usual self as I've been doing for ten years now. For all of you who still have your mom alive, please let her know how much she means to you and recognize her efforts 'cause the kind of love that you get from your mother can't not be substituted ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I had to let it out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113398500296238455?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113398500296238455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113398500296238455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113398500296238455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113398500296238455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/lost-spirit.html' title='Lost Spirit....'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113391918847866151</id><published>2005-12-06T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:48.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/P1010112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/P1010112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is my second year playing fantasy football and my first to make it to the playoffs, not bad for someone who doesn't know a whole lot about football, = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Changing the subject, today was a pretty busy day at work; it seems that we get down size by the minute. There are several changes coming our way, so after January first the situation of our office or our staff is not going to look the same. We might get broken into smaller groups (if that's possible) and go to different locations which sucks big time 'cause we are like family. It's not that common that you find a group of people who you get along with personally and professionally. But I'm not going to get ahead of myself and like my mom used to say "God knows what he's doing and he has a reason for everything"... Until then, we're going to party like there is no tomorrow!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(This picture is from our last Christmas party)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113391918847866151?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113391918847866151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113391918847866151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113391918847866151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113391918847866151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113380505004318153</id><published>2005-12-05T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:48.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Picture%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Picture%20086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is over and it's time to get back to work... I had a lot of fun on Saturday; as I mentioned earlier, Will, his aunt Tish and I went to JD's for breakfast. Now, I'm not a breakfast person but I woke up feeling so hungry. I ordered the Denver omelet with country potatoes and pancakes and I almost finished the whole thing. After that we went to Walmart to do some shopping and walk the breakfast off, lol... In the afternoon my brother stopped by and took us to the Flea Market. It was so cold, but that didn't stop us from shopping. I was so happy 'cause I found an outfit for the Xmas party at a pretty good price (it can't get no better than $20). Later that day, we went to my brother's house to pick up my sister in law and my nephew and head back to my place. I made some mexican hot chocolate to go along with the Churros that they bought and watched Carlito's way...It was a pretty busy Saturday, so I had to take a break on Sunday and stay in the house all day... Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113380505004318153?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113380505004318153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113380505004318153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113380505004318153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113380505004318153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!!'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113359894650774243</id><published>2005-12-03T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:48.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Vegas%20&amp;%20BBQ%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Vegas%20%26%20BBQ%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, another day has gone by and it's time for me to get in the bed. I'm not sleepy for a change but I'm gonna have breakfast with my baby and his aunt Tish around 7:45am. So, I have to get up early... Nighty nigh!!&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/19422713-113359894650774243?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113359894650774243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113359894650774243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113359894650774243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113359894650774243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/bed-time.html' title='Bed time'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113355650574846065</id><published>2005-12-02T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:48.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridayyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally Friday is here, yeahhhh!! Today is quiet, a lot of people didn't come to work and that's ok wit me 'cause I like quiet. But it doesn't mean is not busy, usually when the agents that I assist are out of the office I get swamp. Don't get me wrong 'cause I'm not complaining; call me crazy but I prefer to be busy, makes the day go faster and when I look at the clock is almost time to go home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Changing subjects, I have to find an outfit for our Christmas party which is next Saturday. At least this time I won't worry about finding the perfect dress because we're going to the club after dinner. I'm gonna have to go shopping, oh poor me, as much as we hate shopping, lol... Later!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113355650574846065?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113355650574846065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113355650574846065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113355650574846065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113355650574846065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/fridayyyyy.html' title='Fridayyyyy'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113347597903820578</id><published>2005-12-01T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:47.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/47Rayos%20Del%20Sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/47Rayos%20Del%20Sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah my pictures are back...I don't know about you but I love rainy days the only problem is that it makes homesick; it makes me reminisce all the good times I spent with my family... During raining season (in Mexico is usually from August to October), thunder storms are very common and half of the time we had no electricity. But that was never a problem, it was fun playing around in the candle light. We'd play dominoes, cards or snakes and ladders, man I can't wait to go back home. I was planning to go at the end of the year but my dad told me my youngest brother (Jesus) was getting married next December, so I decided to wait until then...Well enough of that, last night's game was such blast. The arena was so loud and for the first time in all the years we've been going to the game there were more Warrior's fan than kings'. It was a great game!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113347597903820578?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113347597903820578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113347597903820578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113347597903820578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113347597903820578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/12/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days...'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113340061586460227</id><published>2005-11-30T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:47.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwwwwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/warriors_insidehdr_080905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/warriors_insidehdr_080905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't what I'm doing any more, I was playing with the settings to see if I could recover the pictures I had posted but I had no luck. So, I ended up deleting one of the postings I did about my nephew because I got so frustrated. Oh well, its almost 5:30 (time to go home). Actually, we're going to see the Warriors tonight; I hope they kick Sacramento butt, no offense to the King's fans (LOL). I'll get back to you on that tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113340061586460227?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113340061586460227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113340061586460227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113340061586460227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113340061586460227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/11/awwwwwww.html' title='Awwwwwww'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113337313222784230</id><published>2005-11-30T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:47.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I usually listen to the radio in the morning when I'm taking a shower and everyday they chose a different topic to be discuss during the hour. Well, one of those topics stuck with me because I saw a little boy (around 8 or 9) on the Bart train that looked like he was pregnant with twins and I'm not kidding. But "Who is responsible?", most of the people who called agreed that it was the parents fault. I feel the same way; I know you can't be after your kids 24/7 or control everything they eat but I also know a lot of people that prefer to take their kids to McDonald's instead of cooking or buying healthier food... Unfortunately in this country we live by the clock, we're always following a time schedule and it's sad to see that in order to get a so call "better quality of life" we've sacrificed our nutrition, our sleep, our health and unconsciously we've dragged our families along with. But that's just me. Well today is my second day of sharing how I see the world with you and it feels pretty good. Hasta luego...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113337313222784230?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113337313222784230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113337313222784230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113337313222784230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113337313222784230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/11/second-day.html' title='Second Day'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422713.post-113328958426797856</id><published>2005-11-29T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:46.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/1600/Picture%20073.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/371/1922/320/Picture%20073.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first introduce to "Blogs" by my friend Ely and she suggested me to start my own since I keep a diary on my computer but I was afraid to go public. And now here I am, first time blogger, yeahhhh... I gotta confess that it's not as bad as I thought; at first it's kindda hard to get started but once you do it's all good. So, welcome to my crazy world... You'll hear (actually read) more from me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422713-113328958426797856?l=mgm1717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/feeds/113328958426797856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422713&amp;postID=113328958426797856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113328958426797856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422713/posts/default/113328958426797856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgm1717.blogspot.com/2005/11/sharing-my-thoughts_29.html' title='Sharing my thoughts'/><author><name>mgm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247364652040363906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
