<?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-5702064475102208741</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:56:58.383-05:00</updated><category term='it can feel real even if it&apos;s not'/><category term='LIVE'/><category term='?'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='return'/><category term='fresh start'/><category term='sad'/><category term='babies'/><category term='racing heart'/><category term='I thought I would never find in time that man that would fill the void left by another and more'/><category term='funny'/><category term='but I think of you constantly.  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The question is can i reposition myself to my advantage and survive the move?'/><category term='absence'/><category term='The effortless effects of life ripple through time to be put on generations to come'/><category term='home'/><category term='most women hold near what others would throw away'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='mess'/><category term='Why be prideful when the pain will haunt you forever?'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='chocolate lovers'/><category term='family'/><category term='hectic'/><category term='Importance of companionship'/><category term='confused'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='You are entirely wrapped around my heart.'/><category term='work'/><category term='atlantic city'/><category term='talent'/><category term='Love with all your heart without holding back and hold no regrets'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><category term='share'/><category term='it&apos;s okay...'/><category term='reality'/><category term='heart filled emotion'/><category term='have you'/><category term='personal'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='life as it goes'/><category term='gloomy'/><category term='hopes'/><category term='quality time'/><category term='goals'/><category term='moms'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='question'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='literature'/><category term='friendships that are lost'/><category term='overweight'/><category term='mental mudslide'/><category term='craving'/><category term='Life is full of wonderful surprises that appear in the most mysterious ways.'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='normal lifestyle'/><category term='children honesty'/><category term='strength'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='view'/><category term='tough times'/><category term='love can actually be that powerful'/><category term='Simon'/><category term='getaway'/><category term='fun'/><category term='find peace with your life and focus on what you have versus what you don&apos;t'/><category term='love in its true form'/><category term='writing'/><category term='snow'/><category term='love'/><category term='soulful expressions of the heart'/><category term='lack of contact'/><category term='I have been gone for a while'/><category term='aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.'/><category term='candy'/><category term='you sacrifice your heart in life for the mere chance at love'/><category term='He walks into your life like a breeze from the ocean&apos;s current to sweep you away when you thought it unimaginable.'/><title type='text'>just MAYSHA</title><subtitle type='html'>the life of an everyday mom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-6919995332183036013</id><published>2010-05-05T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:42:55.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S-Isf0M9QAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7-OlbpHpeQE/s1600/girl+time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S-Isf0M9QAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7-OlbpHpeQE/s200/girl+time.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's that time again...the time where us girls sit and I polish and maybe design everyone's toe nails.&amp;nbsp; This time to determine who would go first, we played a little game of "who can stay quiet the longest?" to see who would go first and who would get both the toes and finger nails polished.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, Gianna won.&amp;nbsp; While I was taking care of my itty bits feet, I notice that she has this lump on one of her big toes.&amp;nbsp; So I ask her, "Does that hurt mamita?".&amp;nbsp; To which she responds, "Yes momma, a little bit."&amp;nbsp; With a bit of confusion, comes the next question out of my mouth, that I surely don't expect her to answer, and I say, "What is that?".&amp;nbsp; Without hesitation, she replies, "It's my bone momma, it starts up here (upper thigh) and it goes all the way down my leg and it pops out there, because it can swim around like fish".&amp;nbsp; What do you say to that?&amp;nbsp; Oh, the things I learn from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-6919995332183036013?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/6919995332183036013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=6919995332183036013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6919995332183036013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6919995332183036013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-time.html' title='Girl Time!!!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S-Isf0M9QAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7-OlbpHpeQE/s72-c/girl+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3441032980168296247</id><published>2010-04-27T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:42:37.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9et0leVnXI/AAAAAAAAAgE/o6oQcPFjmyU/s1600/DSC03255a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9et0leVnXI/AAAAAAAAAgE/o6oQcPFjmyU/s200/DSC03255a.jpg" tt="true" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids...these kids...they grow so fast.&amp;nbsp; Just yesterday it felt like I had my oldest.&amp;nbsp; Now she's 6, looking at me while she bursts into laughter, and tells me about a funny paragraph she is currently reading in a book.&amp;nbsp; Not only does she read (English and Spanish)...she actually concentrates on what she's reading and she understands!!!&amp;nbsp; She says words like actually, however, familiar, and excited.&amp;nbsp; I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!&amp;nbsp;Where did the time go??&amp;nbsp; My middle child is a Diva...she just knows that she is a princess and she is all about her looks and her clothes, AND SHE'S ONLY 5!!&amp;nbsp; She likes to speak matter of factly, and is so intuitive...it's unbelievable.&amp;nbsp; My youngest, she is very much attached to my hip.&amp;nbsp; To no surprise, I'm sure, she's the baby.&amp;nbsp; Still so very grown...she tries to tell me what to do with her little people syndrome, my itty bits.&amp;nbsp; Only going to be 4!!&amp;nbsp; She is the boss of them for sure.&amp;nbsp; LOL...I miss my babies, when they used to fit in only one of my arms and they couldn't speak.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;However, it is surely an adventure to watch them grow and become little women.&amp;nbsp; My little ones are growing up...what can I do??&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3441032980168296247?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3441032980168296247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3441032980168296247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3441032980168296247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3441032980168296247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-kids.html' title='These Kids'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9et0leVnXI/AAAAAAAAAgE/o6oQcPFjmyU/s72-c/DSC03255a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-759526170332245849</id><published>2010-03-15T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:53:59.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atlantic city'/><title type='text'>It Was Long Overdue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S55uC3pGbwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PmgudiY1z1w/s1600-h/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448913594740010754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S55uC3pGbwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PmgudiY1z1w/s320/view.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beautiful view from our room!  Atlantic City, NJ...my first getaway in about eight years!!! Can you believe it??!! EIGHT YEARS!!! It was great...we had such a wonderful time.  My boyfriend and I spent time together, just us, we ate out, stayed in, watched tv, we went swimming, he worked out while I tanned, we walked the boardwalk (which was gorgeous by the way), we toured the hotel, we had drinks, we danced, we laughed, we found a Dunkin Donuts and a Wawa (lol).  It was perfect! And it was definitely long overdue...we'll be back in the summer with the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-759526170332245849?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/759526170332245849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=759526170332245849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/759526170332245849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/759526170332245849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-was-long-overdue.html' title='It Was Long Overdue!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S55uC3pGbwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PmgudiY1z1w/s72-c/view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-2185222426630179618</id><published>2010-01-04T22:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:50:34.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;A night full of laughter and enjoyment, surrounded by family and friends, the people that mean the most, never ending smiles, followed by the audacity of hugs and love, as we all countdown&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! and we all toast a drink and laugh the night away as we have another chance to make the best out of a wonderful year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU MAKE THE BEST OF YOURS?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-2185222426630179618?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/2185222426630179618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=2185222426630179618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2185222426630179618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2185222426630179618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-8460159268926964852</id><published>2009-12-22T12:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:05:57.373-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racing heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental mudslide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as it goes'/><title type='text'>Mental Mudslide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mental mudslide pushing me off the edge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Collision course set for disaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I think of life thereafter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anticipating my interaction with karma as it hunts me down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it rocks me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And feeds me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is so undeserved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Channeled thoughts clutching onto my frail intellect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it emphasizes on the clear path I must select&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To generate a safeguard for this calamity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running into road blocks of confusion and vanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running towards you as you turn your back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Towards the wrong direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you have a confession?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overlooking all I see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Misunderstood creatively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you paint your path angelically for all who see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A racing heart embarassed by its current stand still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never did I believe it could be so relentless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perpetually deprived emotionally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oblivious to the upcoming catastrophe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Accompanied by its finality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holding on tight...it beats for you, my life, my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Struggling to retain this portion of my reliant spirit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unable to think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unable to deem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's unacceptable and undeniable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the reality versus what sets me apart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The inevitable impact of a mental mudslide and a racing heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-just MAYSHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;©2009&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-8460159268926964852?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/8460159268926964852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=8460159268926964852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/8460159268926964852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/8460159268926964852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2009/12/mental-mudslide.html' title='Mental Mudslide'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3318976166699256434</id><published>2009-12-22T09:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:09:07.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get a little bit of snow and suddenly the kids have off until after the new year. What kinda s*#t is that?! That's almost three weeks out of school!!! Now I have to worry about the house getting messier than it already is, about them trying to get into the gifts (because they would be sure to get the youngest to open them), and about them burning enough energy without driving my boyfriend crazy...lol. It will be fun to say the least. Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3318976166699256434?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3318976166699256434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3318976166699256434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3318976166699256434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3318976166699256434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2009/12/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-1750942348045568667</id><published>2009-12-18T15:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:06:59.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems that i had fallen off of the face of the Earth...lol. Well I'm back!!!! I'm sitting here at work wondering what I'm going to do this weekend. Kids are going away for the weekend with their dad, and me and my honey will have each other through the wonderful snow that's coming tonight. Really? It really has to snow? I have shopping to do!!! I think I might be taking the rides anyway, regardless of the snow. We'll just try to act like we don't see it. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-1750942348045568667?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/1750942348045568667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=1750942348045568667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1750942348045568667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1750942348045568667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow!!!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-4250887264145209396</id><published>2009-04-15T12:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:37:45.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love in its true form'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart filled emotion'/><title type='text'>Beat of the Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serenated by the sound &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of the beat of your heart,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;************************Constantly humming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;************************with the beat of mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trapped in the desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to love &lt;a href="http://www.workisneverdone.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; indefinitely,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*****************As i watch &lt;a href="http://www.workisneverdone.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;********************right beside me. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/5702064475102208741-4250887264145209396?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/4250887264145209396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=4250887264145209396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4250887264145209396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4250887264145209396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2009/04/serenated-by-sound-of-beat-of-your.html' title='Beat of the Heart...'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-6366547209941680663</id><published>2009-03-27T15:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:52:21.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='find peace with your life and focus on what you have versus what you don&apos;t'/><title type='text'>My Soothing World</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Serenity grows on trees.&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I say.&lt;br /&gt;Breezing through the air&lt;br /&gt;As it strolls my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demanding all the stress&lt;br /&gt;Isolated in the heart&lt;br /&gt;While insisting in providing&lt;br /&gt;Calmness as an art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relentlessly speaking&lt;br /&gt;By the sound of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing your mind&lt;br /&gt;And soothing emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persistently searching&lt;br /&gt;For my famished soul.&lt;br /&gt;It’s finally reached me&lt;br /&gt;And tranquility flows.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-6366547209941680663?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-6003675921051636360</id><published>2009-03-23T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:54:30.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love can actually be that powerful'/><title type='text'>Romance?</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Wounded marks on an open heart&lt;br /&gt;Once taught to love constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Abruptly barred from its home&lt;br /&gt;Without understanding the severity&lt;br /&gt;Of raid issued at the core&lt;br /&gt;That leaks of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;On this desolate road&lt;br /&gt;That leads to nothing but&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness, rage, anger &amp;amp; sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Scorned by acts of trust&lt;br /&gt;That enticed your cruelty&lt;br /&gt;In allowing me to believe in romance&lt;br /&gt;That never existed and never will.&lt;br /&gt;How does my fuming heart&lt;br /&gt;Sway itself in turning its back,&lt;br /&gt;On what at one time&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to be the love of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Edify me, for I stand ignorant&lt;br /&gt;To love in all forms.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-6003675921051636360?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/6003675921051636360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=6003675921051636360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6003675921051636360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6003675921051636360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2009/03/romance.html' title='Romance?'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-7879553907514594164</id><published>2009-03-10T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:46:33.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You are entirely wrapped around my heart.'/><title type='text'>All of Me 2 U</title><content type='html'>-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What little I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I offer to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm giving to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give you my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To handle with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise you now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-7879553907514594164?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/7879553907514594164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=7879553907514594164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7879553907514594164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7879553907514594164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-of-me-2-u.html' title='All of Me 2 U'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3252433762916292426</id><published>2009-03-10T11:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:08:35.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is full of wonderful surprises that appear in the most mysterious ways.'/><title type='text'>My Star</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;A fallen star has found me...&lt;br /&gt;*****In my galaxy he lives&lt;br /&gt;*****In my sky he shines&lt;br /&gt;*****In my eyes he sparkles&lt;br /&gt;*****In my heart he finds...&lt;br /&gt;Everything he needed&lt;br /&gt;To help break his fall.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3252433762916292426?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3252433762916292426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3252433762916292426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3252433762916292426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3252433762916292426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-star.html' title='My Star'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-6469475178065132590</id><published>2009-03-01T13:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:23:26.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He walks into your life like a breeze from the ocean&apos;s current to sweep you away when you thought it unimaginable.'/><title type='text'>Intuition vs Independence</title><content type='html'>-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't realize until yesterday how important it is to listen to my intuition, to my heart. Even for what can seem so small, it can turn out to be so crucial. The most important thing in my life can be affected in ways that I would never want to cause. My suggestion for the day is to hold close what's important in your life and hold closer what is special and precious, so that you're careful to never lose it because of careless independence. Put your guard down for things that are worth it and humble yourself to take a hit when you deserve it. Appreciate your life...whatever life may define for you. I sure appreciate mine and it comes in the form of a wonderful man that loves me and that I love with all of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-6469475178065132590?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/6469475178065132590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=6469475178065132590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6469475178065132590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6469475178065132590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2009/03/intuition-vs-independence.html' title='Intuition vs Independence'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-1224569718436141361</id><published>2009-02-15T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:00:13.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love with all your heart without holding back and hold no regrets'/><title type='text'>Art Of Love</title><content type='html'>Tenacity and the egocentric alliance between you and I&lt;br /&gt;Encountered by the equation of life itself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Drastically&lt;/span&gt; expresses the art of one loving blind&lt;br /&gt;Recreating the heart on a daily basis to love more than one self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-My&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-1224569718436141361?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/1224569718436141361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=1224569718436141361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1224569718436141361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1224569718436141361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-of-love.html' title='Art Of Love'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-6964221562390910909</id><published>2009-02-09T18:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:47:10.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crave tutelage for understanding'/><title type='text'>See Me Through Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet derangement covers me&lt;br /&gt;As I let all craziness mark a sorry epoch in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling on the loving agony&lt;br /&gt;That sustains me and keeps me from evil happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Envisage pleasuring insanity&lt;br /&gt;Gazing over me as disaster soothes my very core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make any sense of me?&lt;br /&gt;If there is such a pointless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facade&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&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/5702064475102208741-6964221562390910909?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/6964221562390910909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=6964221562390910909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6964221562390910909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6964221562390910909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2009/02/see-me-through-me.html' title='See Me Through Me'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-650557524748805184</id><published>2008-12-10T16:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:21:54.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='most women hold near what others would throw away'/><title type='text'>How Do You Deal</title><content type='html'>How do you deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jekyll&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Hyde roaming the area at a pace misunderstood by man.&lt;br /&gt;A monster unleashed, ravaging through illusory emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Merely attempting to grasp reality through antagonism&lt;br /&gt;Affecting your proximity to love and affection&lt;br /&gt;On a rota controlled by nature consistent in time.&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-650557524748805184?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/650557524748805184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=650557524748805184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/650557524748805184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/650557524748805184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-do-you-deal.html' title='How Do You Deal'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3807249800956799075</id><published>2008-11-17T10:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:59:02.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I thought I would never find in time that man that would fill the void left by another and more'/><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering on the very moment that I realized I loved you...&lt;br /&gt;Desiring in my heart that you too would fathom it&lt;br /&gt;And that in your heart you would feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;It appears that in those very moments&lt;br /&gt;The sentiment was equally shared, both very much in love&lt;br /&gt;And it was then that I gathered that in my life you would stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the wake of every morning I stare into your face&lt;br /&gt;With my heart pounding right out of my body&lt;br /&gt;And jumping right into yours, and everyday&lt;br /&gt;You meticulously hold my heart, as it is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer wonder if you love me, for everyday your eyes&lt;br /&gt;They remind me. That mien, the air of love&lt;br /&gt;Barraging onto my deserted heart in dire need of hydration.&lt;br /&gt;Words are short to express the part you take in my soul&lt;br /&gt;They are no avail to what's trapped in my heart&lt;br /&gt;So daily I'll feed my love, to build on this timeless foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;©2008, Maysha Arce&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/5702064475102208741-3807249800956799075?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3807249800956799075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3807249800956799075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3807249800956799075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3807249800956799075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-7052889469886975001</id><published>2008-09-25T19:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:08:17.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but I think of you constantly.  Here I am.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I have been gone for a while'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn to time in itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And say: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Time where have you gone?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find what keeps you from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doing what you love most...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then try to find in your heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which of the two you love more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it a pleasure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or is it a must?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regardless of the two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Know that in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lives you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-7052889469886975001?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/7052889469886975001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=7052889469886975001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7052889469886975001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7052889469886975001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-4531596682990996023</id><published>2008-06-27T11:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:37:13.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s beside me where I&apos;ve placed myself at this juncture in my life.  The question is can i reposition myself to my advantage and survive the move?'/><title type='text'>Strength &amp; Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find myself beseeching for the strength&lt;br /&gt;To carry this burden I put on myself.&lt;br /&gt;At the fault of no other but only my own&lt;br /&gt;I find myself in intense agony&lt;br /&gt;Rethinking confident decisions&lt;br /&gt;That once seemed so justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself longing to have the courage&lt;br /&gt;To remedy my pleasuring mistakes&lt;br /&gt;That have become overbearing&lt;br /&gt;With the time invested around my actions.&lt;br /&gt;Reliving a different era in my life&lt;br /&gt;To accommodate my true self in life once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     -My&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/5702064475102208741-4531596682990996023?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/4531596682990996023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=4531596682990996023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4531596682990996023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4531596682990996023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/06/strength-courage.html' title='Strength &amp; Courage'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-1719527179601256266</id><published>2008-06-12T08:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:52:47.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The effortless effects of life ripple through time to be put on generations to come'/><title type='text'>What Is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is sanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In comparison to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Absurdity of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But digits on a watch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mandating our every action?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the distance kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Between two mysterious objects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is trust,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the mere opportunity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be scorned?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is loyalty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the lost hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of infidelity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the ache &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of lost love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of uncertainty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the ability&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To diminish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the sacrifice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of no other?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What Is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-1719527179601256266?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/1719527179601256266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=1719527179601256266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1719527179601256266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1719527179601256266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is.html' title='What Is?'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3246175721275343059</id><published>2008-04-25T08:56:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:55:18.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why be prideful when the pain will haunt you forever?'/><title type='text'>Leave Me Be Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expose myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speak my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why inhibit myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only you want to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of these traitorous thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only you want to soak it all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me let go please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear I need to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to be happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you won't allow me to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do you want me to ache?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't bear this pain any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can fix it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop making me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fear the inevitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize what your trying to teach me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I no longer want to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I beg you to let me out of this disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I won't live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it's with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/5702064475102208741-3246175721275343059?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3246175721275343059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3246175721275343059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3246175721275343059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3246175721275343059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/04/leave-me-be-me.html' title='Leave Me Be Me'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3917085225003195743</id><published>2008-04-22T13:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:41:26.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn about yourself to make you a better person'/><title type='text'>A Little More About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyday we wake up and face life's unexpected surprises, not knowing what it will bring.  We go through life trying to figure out how people think, and what we should and should not do to get the best things out of life, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;our self&lt;/span&gt;, but for other's views of us.  But, you know, when you take so much time in worrying how to figure other people out, you kind of lose sight of the things that matter the most in life.  Like figuring yourself out and knowing where you need to be.  What do I need to do for myself?  What do I need to be happy?  Who do I have in my life now that puts a great big smile on my face?  I think I realized that today, a little roughly, but I did.  Thank you for the rude awakening and thank you to all of those wonderful people who are in my life on a daily basis no matter what...you know who you are.&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/5702064475102208741-3917085225003195743?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3917085225003195743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3917085225003195743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3917085225003195743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3917085225003195743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-more-about-me.html' title='A Little More About Me'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-566038669183972597</id><published>2008-03-27T09:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:32:39.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you sacrifice your heart in life for the mere chance at love'/><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Nothing justifies purposely hurting a human being&lt;br /&gt;Wth the sole reason that you've been hurt in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can talk about pain for hours...&lt;br /&gt;But I choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; didn't hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore everyone deserves a chance at love and happiness&lt;br /&gt;And maybe &lt;em&gt;a little bit of trust&lt;/em&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/5702064475102208741-566038669183972597?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/566038669183972597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=566038669183972597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/566038669183972597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/566038669183972597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/03/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-4293661019353618426</id><published>2008-02-26T10:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:04:49.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it can feel real even if it&apos;s not'/><title type='text'>"Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is a fictional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-4293661019353618426?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/4293661019353618426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=4293661019353618426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4293661019353618426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4293661019353618426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html' title='&quot;Love&quot;'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-2892703442159745197</id><published>2008-02-20T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:14:22.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friend…&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend…&lt;br /&gt;Where are you these days?&lt;br /&gt;At the peek of the early sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I search…&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t find…&lt;br /&gt;A part of me seems lost&lt;br /&gt;In the air of the distant day.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to find rest&lt;br /&gt;At the mercy of a forbidden night.&lt;br /&gt;Friend…&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend…&lt;br /&gt;Where might you be today?&lt;br /&gt;I need you desperately&lt;br /&gt;I search…&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t find…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/5702064475102208741-2892703442159745197?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/2892703442159745197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=2892703442159745197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2892703442159745197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2892703442159745197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/02/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3371591292764338309</id><published>2008-02-04T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:08:43.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that superbowl?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so dissapointed that the Patriots went a whole season undefeated and still managed to lose the Superbowl!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...I'm starting to get over it...&lt;em&gt;it was a good game&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3371591292764338309?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3371591292764338309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3371591292764338309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3371591292764338309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3371591292764338309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl.html' title='Superbowl!!!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3288393738151166909</id><published>2008-01-30T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:02:22.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so interesting how writing works.  Some days I can't think of anything at all to write, while on others the words, lyrics, sonnets, and/or verses just jump right out of my brain to give a beautiful shape or form to the black or gray stains that I doodle on a piece of paper.  Then something amazing is created to express how many people in the world might feel, but cannot explain on their own, giving them something wonderful to read or listen to that relates to their specific need, desire and/or situation.  The human ability to &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; is like no other.  To cry or laugh, be happy or sad...it sounds like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freedom&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;to be who you want to be&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3288393738151166909?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3288393738151166909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3288393738151166909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3288393738151166909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3288393738151166909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/01/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-1457527256377189240</id><published>2008-01-29T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:09:52.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulful expressions of the heart'/><title type='text'>"Heaven"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning sunlight creeps through the window&lt;br /&gt;To clarify the presence of a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of passion drifting through the air,&lt;br /&gt;Over the sea of never ending happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Strengthening your ability to wake and live another day&lt;br /&gt;Full of powerful possibilities and surprises.&lt;br /&gt;Moving towards the highlight of the sky&lt;br /&gt;As love finds you in the most unusual way.&lt;br /&gt;You can’t help but grin,&lt;br /&gt;And take it in like the trees take the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Moving you in different directions&lt;br /&gt;All with the unbelievable feeling of lust and control.&lt;br /&gt;Control momentarily lost in the abyss of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;To only bring you back to the overwhelming consequence of your fall…&lt;br /&gt;Looking directly into the eyes of love and turn away&lt;br /&gt;Without accepting the hunger that is so clear in action&lt;br /&gt;And take pride in the grace of your serenity.&lt;br /&gt;Dying to unveil the weakness of the heart to such beauty&lt;br /&gt;As nightfall slowly and painfully covers all undone&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind traces of footsteps taken&lt;br /&gt;Clarifying the end of the most amazing day that you’ll ever live…&lt;br /&gt;Until the beginning of the &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 -My  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(written 1/25/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/5702064475102208741-1457527256377189240?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/1457527256377189240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=1457527256377189240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1457527256377189240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1457527256377189240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2008/01/heaven.html' title='&quot;Heaven&quot;'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-1504195653615754483</id><published>2007-12-19T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:30:28.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIVE'/><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wonder about our day to day confrontation with life.&lt;br /&gt;What will &lt;em&gt;tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; bring us?&lt;br /&gt;How did &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt; affect us?&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing in life is to live the moment.&lt;br /&gt;The present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That way we appreciate every minute of it...&lt;br /&gt;And we know that it's not wasted...&lt;br /&gt;Because every bit of it counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-1504195653615754483?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/1504195653615754483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=1504195653615754483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1504195653615754483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1504195653615754483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/12/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-4988488267076253301</id><published>2007-11-14T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:44:22.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try to convince yourself of the impossible is not very easy at all. In a prior post I tried to be optimistic in what's going on in my life. Some things just don't work out as you would like them to. You can die trying and if their is nothing there then it would be in vain. Maybe it's time to realize that it's time to move on although that may be hard. Some people will agree with me and others will not, but I can almost assure you that the ones that don't agree are the ones that don't understand and that never will. Maybe some would love to give another chance at love but just can't seem to find that flame. Judging eyes all around you make you so much more bitter that you want to just forget about it all. Time will tell &lt;em&gt;if you can understand that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-4988488267076253301?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/4988488267076253301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=4988488267076253301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4988488267076253301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4988488267076253301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/11/nothing.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3143284105666105962</id><published>2007-10-27T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:07:21.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Second, Third and Fourth Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a common belief that when a person says or does something wrong that they're only given a certain amount of "chances" before they feel the "obligation" to never forgive or forget. It has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that maybe we all need a different number to live by. Maybe a person has angered or hurt you for a third time in your life, and maybe the fourth time can be "the time" when it finally gets better or what we would consider back to normal. How would you ever know if your standards are set on 3 strikes and your out? Maybe we should focus on all the good things in life so that the bad things won't seem to matter as much anymore. I figure if we can still dig up good memories and they make us smile, then maybe their is hope. I sure can't live my life wondering what if. The Bible tells us that for a relationship to succeed, communication is key. I think it's time that I practice what I preach before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3143284105666105962?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3143284105666105962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3143284105666105962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3143284105666105962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3143284105666105962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/10/second-third-and-fourth-chances.html' title='Second, Third and Fourth Chances'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-1595257777209748991</id><published>2007-10-24T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:41:25.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s okay...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Gloomy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy, gloomy day&lt;br /&gt;Take me for a whirl&lt;br /&gt;As I feel like you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy, gloomy day&lt;br /&gt;Share your dreadful tears&lt;br /&gt;With a soul that's in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat me to your beautiful music&lt;br /&gt;Endulge me with your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;And remind me that it's okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's okay to branch away&lt;br /&gt;On to a different surface&lt;br /&gt;And live until your no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy, gloomy day&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me&lt;br /&gt;To get through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-1595257777209748991?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/1595257777209748991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=1595257777209748991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1595257777209748991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1595257777209748991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/10/gloomy-days.html' title='Gloomy Days'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-8401366867331457235</id><published>2007-10-22T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:56:00.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life creeps up on you one day and catches you by surprise.  No matter how much you plan for your life, it can always take you in several different directions.  You imagine how many feelings you'll hurt, or how many people you'll make happy.  Then suddenly you're confused.  What?!  It's an unbearable feeling to have to wonder where you'll be tomorrow.  I'll let you know tomorrow how i feel then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-8401366867331457235?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/8401366867331457235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=8401366867331457235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/8401366867331457235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/8401366867331457235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-2312967749795652010</id><published>2007-10-10T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:46:16.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal with it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart speaks&lt;br /&gt;As it truly feels&lt;br /&gt;The mind acts&lt;br /&gt;As it is told&lt;br /&gt;The body responds&lt;br /&gt;By pure experience...&lt;br /&gt;So why do some lack the maturity...&lt;br /&gt;The maturity to deal with what is necessary?&lt;br /&gt;So why do some lack the strength...&lt;br /&gt;To deal with life and death?&lt;br /&gt;So why do some lack the courage...&lt;br /&gt;To deal with right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why must we lack...&lt;br /&gt;To deal with &lt;em&gt;OURSELVES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I often wonder why people respond to situations the way that they do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it because of fear? Loneliness? Stupidity? Bitterness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/5702064475102208741-2312967749795652010?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/2312967749795652010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=2312967749795652010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2312967749795652010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2312967749795652010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/10/deal-with-it.html' title='Deal with it!!!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-4502280880744380968</id><published>2007-10-04T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:07:25.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopes'/><title type='text'>Books, books, books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I was thinking that maybe I would like to try to write a book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I start thinking...&lt;em&gt;where would i start from? what would i write about? would i even be any good?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-4502280880744380968?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/4502280880744380968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=4502280880744380968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4502280880744380968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4502280880744380968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/10/books-books-books.html' title='Books, books, books!'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-4654114308490189886</id><published>2007-08-23T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:49:56.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.'/><title type='text'>A boo boo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm at work and I get a call from the babysitter...AND IT'S URGENT!!...so my heart is racing, I start to shake, and suddenly I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on the phone...and just as I suspected...something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BABY FELL, &lt;strong&gt;MY ONE YEAR OLD&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;AND HIT HER FACE ON THE COFFEE TABLE&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND CUT HER EYE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it sounds a bit drastic, but all I could imagine was blood gushing from the side of her face and her eyeball hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I picked her up it was only about a centimeter long...and when I got to the hospital, she didn't even need stiches. They gave her an antibiotic for it...whew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she's ok and it didn't require an overnight stay at the hospital. That's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was back to normal in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor mom almost had a heart attack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-4654114308490189886?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/4654114308490189886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=4654114308490189886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4654114308490189886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4654114308490189886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/08/boo-boo.html' title='A boo boo...'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-7026416686692084300</id><published>2007-08-16T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:00:24.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hectic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>A New Home to Go Along With the New Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a new home!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's wonderful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have found an apartment that feels like a house when you're in it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the best part of it all is that it's right over the office where I work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I go downstairs to work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I must say that it has been very hectic for the last 2 weeks. Because, you see, I got my new job and for the first week I worked both jobs so that I would not leave the other place high and dry with no notice...Then for the following week I had all of the packing to do so I got nothing done in my old house because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE MESS WAS EVERYWHERE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then this last weekend that went by we did the actual moving and now the mess has come from the old house to the new one. So I'll be having much &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; unpacking and reorganizing for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still great that now we live in a much nicer area than before, with a much better feel of a house and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M SO CLOSE TO WORK IT'S SICK! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy...Oh I forgot that I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go and start doing something. Talk to you soon blogworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-7026416686692084300?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/7026416686692084300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=7026416686692084300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7026416686692084300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7026416686692084300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-home-to-go-along-with-new-job.html' title='A New Home to Go Along With the New Job'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-6544061998501064622</id><published>2007-07-26T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:25:36.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE FINALLY FOUND A NEW JOB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job that I deserve. A job that I like. A job that I plan on having for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working first shift again, which means that I get to sleep all night...but...I don't see my babies all day again. I miss my girls very, very much. But at least they're just across the street with my cousin. So that's a good thing because I don't worry as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm almost normal again...I'm starting to remember things, I'm not as grouchy, and I have much more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should be back to my daily reporting very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Have a good day Blogworld!!!**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-6544061998501064622?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/6544061998501064622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=6544061998501064622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6544061998501064622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6544061998501064622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/07/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-6266531248956898831</id><published>2007-06-10T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:25:34.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='?'/><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever felt it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and let it go&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever seen it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but blocked it with foolishness&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you barely touched it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ran away&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turning your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Towards a future you can't erase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever been &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HAVE&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-6266531248956898831?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/6266531248956898831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=6266531248956898831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6266531248956898831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/6266531248956898831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-2852866904865601753</id><published>2007-06-08T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T07:21:31.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overweight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality check'/><title type='text'>Paying Price of Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went clothes shopping a few weeks ago...and I remember the frustration as I tried on all the clothes that interested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was one dress after another&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the complex is because I gained a considerable amount of weight since I first married and had my children.  All I could think was that everything I put on made me look even fatter than I already am...but the ironic thing is that I was shopping at a store for &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; people.  You would think that their clothes would be more flattering for our silhouettes.  But &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, maybe their objective is that we create more of a complex for ourselves so that we can finally decide to lose weight.  I don't know...but like I wasn't already feeling down in the dumps, and felt like I needed something to eat...right when I'm taking the last dress off...my oldest starts pushing her finger on my stomach saying: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boing, boing, boing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.......&lt;em&gt;I wanted to cry!&lt;/em&gt;  I couldn't believe it.  &lt;em&gt;My three year old!!!&lt;/em&gt;  Then she felt the need to mention, like she hadn't already done enough damage: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom, your big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;," then starts to giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I didn't buy anything.  I put my clothes back on, and I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-2852866904865601753?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/2852866904865601753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=2852866904865601753' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2852866904865601753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2852866904865601753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/06/paying-price-of-honesty.html' title='Paying Price of Honesty'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3379034049575531292</id><published>2007-06-04T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:53:08.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Owl</title><content type='html'>Everyone is sleeping now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am just staring at the bright screen lighting up the dark and cozy room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is anybody out there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is anybody watching me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street lights...brightening the cars parked behind one another on the damp street. It's been raining...and while others feel like they are rocked to sleep by the breezy mist of rain...it does nothing for me. Just staring at the brick building across the street, where the only lights on, are the ones in the laundry room on the bottom right corner of the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinking some warm tea...this night owl is going to try to call it a day...&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But tell me...what are &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; doing right now???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3379034049575531292?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3379034049575531292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3379034049575531292' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3379034049575531292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3379034049575531292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/06/night-owl.html' title='Night Owl'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3718637666623393134</id><published>2007-05-25T08:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:16:48.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Importance of companionship'/><title type='text'>Share Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put...my girls are my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at them, hoping that they'll just let me hold them forever as I want to squeeze them, and kiss them constantly.  It's amazing how it seems that they've always been a part of your life, like they've always been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk with love for my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?... I'm the proud momma of two beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;My quote for today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"LIFE IS WONDERFUL...WHEN YOU HAVE SOMEONE TO SHARE IT WITH.  WHO DO YOU SHARE YOURS WITH?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3718637666623393134?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3718637666623393134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3718637666623393134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3718637666623393134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3718637666623393134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/05/share-life.html' title='Share Life'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3953126020078135779</id><published>2007-05-22T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:44:42.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful New Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend named &lt;a href="http://www.insearchofadam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caroline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Smailes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, with whom I share the love of Simon Cowell with, and she is about to launch a very wonderful new book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insearchofadam.blogspot.com/"&gt;"IN SEARCH OF ADAM"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I was so excited to find out that they are selling 100 limited edition copies of the book (personally signed by the author herself), and it can be sent anywhere in the world for an extra shipping cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that my copy is already ordered...and you should not hesitate to check it out and order yours before they're all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait...I'm so excited!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to sit and wait...and bite all my nails off as I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you seen Adam?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3953126020078135779?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3953126020078135779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3953126020078135779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3953126020078135779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3953126020078135779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/05/wonderful-new-book.html' title='A Wonderful New Book'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3136059801999045906</id><published>2007-05-21T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:08:47.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Boring, Boring, Boring</title><content type='html'>I decided that my blog was a little boring to look at.  Sooooo, I decided to give it a change.  A little more color, a little more life, a little more me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;HELLO BLOGWORLD!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  It's so nice to see you again. How is everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing alright, I guess.  My surgery went very well.  Everything is much better now and unfortunately I'm back to work.  This schedule that I'm working is very tiresome.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's killing me I tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I feel like a zombie most of the time.  So the search is on for something new with a better schedule, better pay, and better benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be keeping in touch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3136059801999045906?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3136059801999045906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3136059801999045906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3136059801999045906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3136059801999045906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/05/boring-boring-boring.html' title='Boring, Boring, Boring'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-5778625800465409735</id><published>2007-04-09T03:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T04:04:03.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships that are lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of contact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as it goes'/><title type='text'>Odd Absence???</title><content type='html'>I have missed you very much dear Blogger...I feel as if I have set you aside, like I've abandoned you in many ways.  I surely need to let loose some of my inner emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please listen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please listen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please listen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to some physical challenges.  Some of which have kept me from working properly, both in the home and at the job.  It's quite depressing actually... to not be able to work to my capacity knowing that they count on me very much.  I'm kind of excited that I'll be having surgery.  Nothing too serious...but it will make me all better again.  Please forgive me as I will be away from you for a little longer...until I &lt;em&gt;recover&lt;/em&gt;.  Then I'll shall return and be stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Back to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-5778625800465409735?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/5778625800465409735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=5778625800465409735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/5778625800465409735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/5778625800465409735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/04/odd-absence.html' title='Odd Absence???'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-1600017603871866891</id><published>2007-03-09T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:18:38.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Time...Where Has it Gone?</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how time flies...It seems like it was just yesterday when I wrote my prior post. Things are moving so quickly. In only two more months, the baby is going to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yr. old... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  She stands up by herself and walks while she's holding on, and she crawls so fast. My oldest is 3 going on 30...she thinks that she knows it all, and that no one can tell her anything. That she can do what she wants. Soon she'll be on her way to school. Boy oh boy, I have no babies anymore. It really is true, that if you blink...you miss everything. I don't want to miss anything...I want to always be there.&lt;br /&gt;Aware.&lt;br /&gt;Protecting.&lt;br /&gt;Embracing.&lt;br /&gt;Supporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a sad day...I feel quite emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To think... I'll have to let go one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a mother ever prepared???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-1600017603871866891?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/1600017603871866891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=1600017603871866891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1600017603871866891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1600017603871866891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/03/timewhere-has-it-gone.html' title='Time...Where Has it Gone?'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-576432973102413466</id><published>2007-02-26T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:41:00.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quality time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow</title><content type='html'>The snow has fallen once again, this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;little bit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of snow has fallen...enough to make the roads very dangerous, but not enough to keep people home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's not very fun at all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hoping for a snow storm that puts us into a state of emergency.  That way they shut everything down, no cars are allowed on the streets, and we get to have plenty of family time together...Watch movies, play board games (&lt;strong&gt;so that I can win&lt;/strong&gt;), play in the snow together...take a break from life as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I keep saying...&lt;strong&gt;let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-576432973102413466?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/576432973102413466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=576432973102413466' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/576432973102413466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/576432973102413466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-8544778371463356751</id><published>2007-02-24T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:12:51.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absence'/><title type='text'>Land of Life For an Extended Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi everyone...I'm back!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the extended absence...I was caught up in the land of "Life", forced to take an unexpected vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.lacruzsite.com"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt; and I have gone through many changes in the last month. New jobs, new working hours, part-time to full-time, sick children, and learning how to adjust to it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.lacruzsite.com"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt; has found a new job that will take him from a temporary employee to a permanent one. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; It's much busier than his prior job. He absolutely loves it, but he doesn't even have the time to call me during the day anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have adjusted my work hours, so I work full-time overnights now. It is quite difficult adjusting to not sleeping at all at night now, only sleeping for a few hours during the morning...if I don't have to juggle doctor's appointments in between. All of this and then we all got sick one right after the other, but I think I've gotten it all figured out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, here I am, once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-8544778371463356751?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/8544778371463356751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=8544778371463356751' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/8544778371463356751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/8544778371463356751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/02/land-of-life-for-extended-vacation.html' title='Land of Life For an Extended Vacation'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-9000935797958431512</id><published>2007-01-29T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:53:01.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.lacruzsite.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were having a conversation about which chocolate is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chocolate. We agree that the chocolate that we like the most is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hersheys.com/"&gt;Hershey's Chocolate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/Rb4_A3OkYrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JXvijY2M3KU/s1600-h/candy+bar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025523518249657010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="65" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/Rb4_A3OkYrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JXvijY2M3KU/s320/candy+bar.gif" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Specifically, I enjoy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hershey's Milk Chocolate Bar with Almonds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's an addiction!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so smooth and just talking about it waters my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the favorite chocolates are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;around the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tag &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; chocolate lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...to share their favorite chocolate craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;delicious&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-9000935797958431512?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/9000935797958431512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=9000935797958431512' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/9000935797958431512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/9000935797958431512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/01/chocolate-lovers.html' title='Chocolate Lovers'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/Rb4_A3OkYrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JXvijY2M3KU/s72-c/candy+bar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-8405598945315425919</id><published>2007-01-25T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:01:11.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tough times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to get a promotion at work for some time now...but for some reason or another, it hasn't been possible. I need to work fulltime now, not just to get the promotion, but because we need the extra money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people &lt;strong&gt;"say"&lt;/strong&gt; that they would help if ever you need it; but when it comes to it...suddenly nobody is available, or nobody approves. Not even most of the family. I could count with one hand, and have fingers left over, of all the people that have or will actually sacrifice themselves just to help out, and my hat's off to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know who you are...Some day it'll come back around for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-8405598945315425919?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/8405598945315425919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=8405598945315425919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/8405598945315425919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/8405598945315425919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/01/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-1235079772579602892</id><published>2007-01-23T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:00:12.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I'm the type of person that likes change. I enjoy new restaurants, new decorations, new surprises, etc. It's fun for me. I've been wanting to change the look on my blog for some time now. I chose this look because the name of it is Harbor, and in some ways, it kept calling to me. I don't know if it's that the name is in the title of &lt;a href="http://blog.lacruzsite.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Leo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; first book, or because of the "homey" feeling that I get from it. Either way I feel very peaceful and calm when I look at this page. So I hope that everyone feels right at home with my new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Welcome everyone!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&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/5702064475102208741-1235079772579602892?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/1235079772579602892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=1235079772579602892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1235079772579602892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/1235079772579602892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-4240170438071312440</id><published>2007-01-17T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T08:35:38.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got a full two hours of Simon Cowell last night. The new season of American Idol has begun...and Simon is what I like to call...&lt;strong&gt;HOT!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://blog.lacruzsite.com"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt; says I'm crazy...but I don't think so...Am I?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so excited!!!! Tonight I get to see him again. &lt;a href="http://www.insearchofadam.blogspot.com"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt;, I don't know what to do with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-4240170438071312440?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/4240170438071312440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=4240170438071312440' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4240170438071312440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4240170438071312440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/01/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-614731400180451462</id><published>2007-01-04T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:53:02.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>My three year old has gotten to an age where her imagination is interesting...she has an imaginary friend &lt;strong&gt;(superman-i wonder who's fault is that?)&lt;/strong&gt;, she makes her toys talk &lt;strong&gt;(i mean she has whole conversations with them)&lt;/strong&gt;, and she comes up with the funniest stories. Here's the story of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RZ1cp7E_AoI/AAAAAAAAABo/cU0JIRD1Nic/s1600-h/lani+playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016267435263591042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RZ1cp7E_AoI/AAAAAAAAABo/cU0JIRD1Nic/s200/lani+playing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She says that the man is in a truck, next to the street that has a door...oh no, wait...the door on the street is his personal elevator now. Then she introduces me to his mother and his friend whom are also riding in the car, sorry truck, with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are so smart...where do they come up with this stuff? I'm such a proud mother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-614731400180451462?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/614731400180451462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=614731400180451462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/614731400180451462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/614731400180451462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-three-year-old-has-gotten-to-age.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RZ1cp7E_AoI/AAAAAAAAABo/cU0JIRD1Nic/s72-c/lani+playing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-5702989948536489638</id><published>2007-01-02T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:40:21.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet</title><content type='html'>_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.lacruzsite.com"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.sharon-jacobsen.co.uk/thewaterbutt/"&gt;Sharon J&lt;/a&gt; have tagged me...and I tag anyone and everyone who wants to do this. I'm not sure what happened to letter &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;, but if someone can come up with something let me know. &lt;strong&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A is for age:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 24 years old. (Once i hit 25...that's where I'm sticking. That's a good number for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B is for beer of choice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yuengling Black &amp; Tan or Heineken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C is for career:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Currently in retail, but future goals are to be a Cosmetologist specializing in Hair Styling and Makeup...amongst other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D is for favorite Drink:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For the moment it's Cherry Coke...I'M ADDICTED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E is for Essential item you use everyday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F is for Favorite song at the moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let Her Cry &lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; Hootie &amp;amp; the Blowfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G is for favorite Game:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It used to be Monopoly...but Leo ruined it for me. I like the game of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I is for Instruments played:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; None. Although I've always wanted to play the flute and I used to play the recorder in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J is for favorite Juice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Orange (with the pulp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K is for Kids:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2 amazing girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L is for last kiss:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Leo before he left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M is for marriage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4 1/2 years. July makes 5 already...time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N is for full Name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Maysha Arce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O is for Overnight hospital stays:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A few times...3 times by the time I was about 8 or 9...and 2 more times for the birth of our daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P is for phobias:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I prefer not to share...it kind of freaks me out that other people know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q is for quote:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The best proof of love is trust. &lt;em&gt;Joyce Brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R is for biggest Regret:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; None. I've learned from all of my mistakes and if I would have done anything differently, then I might not be where I am now...with the people that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S is for sports:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Football, Softball and Volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T is for Time you wake up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1:30am 5 days a week and at about 8 or 9am the other 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U is for color underwear:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Baby Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V is for Vegetable you love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W is for Worst Habit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Biting my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X is for X-rays you’ve had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y is for Yummy food you make:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pork Chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z is for zodiac sign:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Leo&lt;/em&gt;. Although I don’t read it or believe in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-5702989948536489638?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/5702989948536489638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=5702989948536489638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/5702989948536489638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/5702989948536489638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/01/alphabet.html' title='Alphabet'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-8974721252940219913</id><published>2007-01-02T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:45:22.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Children</title><content type='html'>_&lt;br /&gt;I dread the thought of my daughters one day being teenagers...I like where they're at now. One is 3 and the other is 7 months. I wonder...or better said...I worry about not doing everything I am supposed to do as a parent, going wrong somewhere through the timeline. You only have one chance to get it right, one chance to impact in their lives, one chance to be a good parent... I can't help but wonder, &lt;em&gt;will I get it right?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I remember being 14&lt;/em&gt;...Times weren't easy then, your mind is a scramble, there is a lot you don't understand. How will &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; see me? Will they be &lt;em&gt;ashamed&lt;/em&gt; of me? Will they &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just stop time?&lt;br /&gt;Can't we keep them this way forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-8974721252940219913?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/8974721252940219913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=8974721252940219913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/8974721252940219913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/8974721252940219913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-children.html' title='Our Children'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3993720610442155418</id><published>2006-12-24T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:34:33.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1-2-3 Tag</title><content type='html'>I saw this on Leo and Menchie's blog...thought it to be interesting and fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book closest to you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open to page 123 and go down to the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post the text of next 3 sentences on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. Name the book and the author.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag three people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth quietly answered "Undoubtedly;"-and after an awkward pause, they returned to the rest of the family. Charlotte did not stay much longer, and Elizabeth was then left to reflect on what she had heard. It was a long time before she became at all reconciled to the idea of so unsuitable a match.&lt;br /&gt;                                    -Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice, &lt;em&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who has not been tagged, so I also tag the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3993720610442155418?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3993720610442155418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3993720610442155418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3993720610442155418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3993720610442155418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-saw-this-on-leo-and-menchies-blog.html' title='1-2-3 Tag'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-4456337704782654245</id><published>2006-12-24T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:53:02.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aging</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how one day you can be running clear across a field like it's nothing, working two shifts for three consecutive days, and staying up all night while you're doing it all...then suddenly you have a bad knee, you're overweight, you have terrible back pains, and you just can't keep up with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RY6TzXPFS0I/AAAAAAAAABI/oKyo91LD6rs/s1600-h/back+pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012105945929829186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RY6TzXPFS0I/AAAAAAAAABI/oKyo91LD6rs/s200/back+pain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week has been very busy for us at work...since I work in retail. I have gotten out of work, to come home and sleep, to get up and go back to work again...and I am &lt;strong&gt;EXHAUSTED&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't stay awake throughout the day and my body is constantly aching, nonstop... &lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S GOING ON?!!!&lt;/strong&gt;... this can't be happening. I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that I'm working to hard and that maybe I should stop working...&lt;strong&gt;YEAH RIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt; Then I awoke from my precious dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday...Hey, there's nothing wrong with dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-4456337704782654245?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/4456337704782654245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=4456337704782654245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4456337704782654245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4456337704782654245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/aging.html' title='Aging'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RY6TzXPFS0I/AAAAAAAAABI/oKyo91LD6rs/s72-c/back+pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-7287383324363736883</id><published>2006-12-19T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T16:44:59.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag of Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://blog.lacruzsite.com"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt;...I enjoy being tagged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here we go...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I’ve had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Cashier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Customer Service Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Training Coordinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Jewelry Department Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I’ve lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Chester, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Dover, Delaware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Cidra, Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; New Castle, Delaware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four favorite foods:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Rice and Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Chicken (dark meat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Chicken Cheesesteak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four movies I could watch over and over:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Ever After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; The Lake House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV shows I enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Extreme Makeover- Home Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; How Do I Look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Clean House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I’ve traveled:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Springfield, MA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Orlando, FL (Disneyworld)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I’d like to visit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Tuscany, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; London, England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four websites I go to daily:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Comcast.net (for my email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; My Bank website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; My blogroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Realtor.com (I am so ready for a house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four people I tag to do this list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only thought of two that haven't done it yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://menchie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Menchie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sharon-jacobsen.co.uk/thewaterbutt/"&gt;Sharon J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-7287383324363736883?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/7287383324363736883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=7287383324363736883' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7287383324363736883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7287383324363736883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/tag-of-four.html' title='Tag of Four'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-2570281473331262870</id><published>2006-12-16T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:45:06.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoplifter</title><content type='html'>I was at work this morning...another day as usual. Same routines, same procedures, then...&lt;strong&gt;THIS MAN TRIED TO RUN OUT OF THE STORE WITH A 20" LCD TELEVISION!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Yes you heard right...tried to run out of the front doors, with about ten people standing there waiting for him, with the television stuffed in his jacket. Needless to say, he didn't get away. He was tackled like a man holding a football. He was arrested and nobody was seriously injured. That guy must have been the dumbest criminal of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that he would still try to get away with such a thing, even though he knew that management was aware of the situation and that we were waiting for him to try and leave the store with the merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; interesting (and funny) workday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-2570281473331262870?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/2570281473331262870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=2570281473331262870' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2570281473331262870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2570281473331262870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/shoplifter.html' title='Shoplifter'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-2483826397271888338</id><published>2006-12-14T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:43:56.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence of Children</title><content type='html'>This morning while I was at work I was remembering something that happened while we were at the mall. When we went into the store, the first place I stopped at to look was purses and wallets and more purses. Well, when my eldest sees me pick up different purses and wallets and saying how nice I thought they were...she starts doing the same thing. Finally she picks up a wallet, and she asks me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is pretty, right mommy?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Sure honey, that's gorgeous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she looks up at me, with this confident look on her face, and she says, "Well I'm gonna buy it."($54)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "But you don't have money to buy that ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I do have money." (A dollar and some change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "You don't have enough for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she gets this somewhat sad look on her face as she tells me, "But I do have money and I want to buy it for YOU mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a touching moment...I wanted to cry. My baby wanted to buy me something with the little money that she had...she didn't care how much it cost, she was sure she was going to get that wallet for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-2483826397271888338?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/2483826397271888338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=2483826397271888338' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2483826397271888338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/2483826397271888338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/innocence-of-children.html' title='Innocence of Children'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-3686214266136029263</id><published>2006-12-13T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:30:19.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitor</title><content type='html'>I had a visitor today, her name is &lt;a href="http://mypregnantpauses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Irene&lt;/a&gt;. I visited her blog to get to know a little about her and found a great post called &lt;strong&gt;Don't Grow Old&lt;/strong&gt;. Somehow that inspired me to write and this is what I came up with...short and not sure what it means, but here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainy morning,&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy day,&lt;br /&gt;Strong emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Limited space.&lt;br /&gt;Show the other&lt;br /&gt;On one side,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart forgiving&lt;br /&gt;The hurt of mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-3686214266136029263?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/3686214266136029263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=3686214266136029263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3686214266136029263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/3686214266136029263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/visitor.html' title='Visitor'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-4008746912095197802</id><published>2006-12-13T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:53:03.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookworm Tag</title><content type='html'>BI've been tagged for the very first time by &lt;a href="http://menchie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Menchie&lt;/a&gt;...I'm so excited. I must warn you that I'm not as big a reader as Leo, so there were some questions that I skipped. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Book/s that changed my life-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Child Called It&lt;/strong&gt; by Dave Pelzer- I read this book after I was married with Leo, before I had children. I couldn't believe what I was reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RYAOwCej5LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3MMoNgikkxE/s1600-h/books1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008019004097553586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RYAOwCej5LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3MMoNgikkxE/s320/books1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Book you’ve read more than once- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Child Called It&lt;/strong&gt; by Dave Pelzer and &lt;strong&gt;The Harbor House&lt;/strong&gt; by Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Book you’d want on a desert island-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/strong&gt; by Jane Austen...I love the movie, but without electronics, I would definitely want to have the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RX_8MSej5JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-N74G1tKlOA/s1600-h/book2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007998598707930258" style="CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RX_8MSej5JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-N74G1tKlOA/s320/book2.jpg" width="74" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Book that made you laugh-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1433/1600/shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pippi Longstockings&lt;/strong&gt;...I read all her books in the fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Book that made you cry-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Child called It &lt;/strong&gt;(again)...that book impacted me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Book you are reading at the moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Book you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lost Boy&lt;/strong&gt; by Dave Pelzer (Sequel to A Child Called It)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RX_-iiej5KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oKqd32PycPU/s1600-h/book3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008001179983275170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RX_-iiej5KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oKqd32PycPU/s200/book3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Three authors whose books you will always buy or read, no questions asked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Pelzer, Jane Austen and John Grisham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Forget the book and just watch the movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-4008746912095197802?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/4008746912095197802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=4008746912095197802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4008746912095197802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/4008746912095197802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-tagged-for-very-first-time-by.html' title='Bookworm Tag'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/RYAOwCej5LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3MMoNgikkxE/s72-c/books1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-7475229587972861371</id><published>2006-12-12T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:33:17.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mall</title><content type='html'>Taking the children to the mall....I don't know what I was thinking. I went into Macy's...(whom I had a boatload of problems with over a gift card)...and my eldest starts by behaving very well, then 20 minutes later she thinks she can start hiding from me in the store...then she wants to start beating on her little sister (who thinks that it's funny)...so my eldest gets mad because the little one thinks it's funny, so she starts to scream at her saying, "IT'S NOT FUNNY!". At this point my face looks like a tomato and i kneel down to her level and start to warn her about what's going to happen when we get to the car...so she starts to scream and cry because she doesn't want to be disciplined. Then she's upset because I won't let her leave my side....at this point I'm sure that she can see the anger and the frustration in my face...then it happens...She looks up at me and with her tearful puppy eyes she says, "Mommy, pick me up please".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, "Why is she acting this way?" Finally we pay and get out of the store and when we get to the car I remember...she got her flu shot earlier today. How could I forget? I'm such a bad mommy. Then I gave her some chocolate and she fell asleep on the ride home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-7475229587972861371?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/7475229587972861371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=7475229587972861371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7475229587972861371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7475229587972861371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/mall.html' title='The Mall'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-7655697762154801517</id><published>2006-12-11T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:51:36.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Madness</title><content type='html'>I just called the library to renew some movies that we had borrowed...and the lady let me know that the systems were down, and that they could be down for about &lt;strong&gt;2 days&lt;/strong&gt;.  I said, "Oh man, that sucks...but I'll be alright bringing them back on Wednesday, since I called in, right?" She said no...that they would probably charge me the late fees. Even though I called in to renew, since &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; systems were down I would still get the late fees. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How wrong is that?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  It's their fault...they should be able to take names and account numbers down and forgive those late fees.  It wasn't anyone elses fault that their systems were down. Sorry...just going on and on about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just return their movies today. I am so disappointed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-7655697762154801517?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/7655697762154801517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=7655697762154801517' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7655697762154801517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7655697762154801517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/library-madness.html' title='Library Madness'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-5846348501560280862</id><published>2006-12-10T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:27:22.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Monopoly</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I find myself playing Monopoly with &lt;a href="http://blog.lacruzsite.com"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt; again. I don't know why I do it...but everytime he asks to play...I do it, I put myself in that situation. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy playing the game. It's just that after a while Leo doesn't seem to like the game anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I still like to play and when he asks me again, odds are that I &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;probably play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll let him win one... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-5846348501560280862?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/5846348501560280862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=5846348501560280862' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/5846348501560280862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/5846348501560280862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/monopoly.html' title='Monopoly'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702064475102208741.post-7861127521565478333</id><published>2006-12-10T06:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T06:35:57.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>My husband &lt;a href="http://blog.lacruzsite.com"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt; has been telling me for a long time to start my own blog.  He tells me it can be about &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; I want it to be.  So I figure it can be fun, and well, what the heck let's give it a try.  Of course, I don't know why I decided to start at 5 o'clock in the morning, like it couldn't wait until later in the day when most sane people are up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually work the graveyard shift but I'm home sick today, so I'm used to being up at this time (plus my 6-month old woke me up to eat).  Anyway, maybe I should get back to bed, to get some sleep (for about another hour), before my 3-yr old wakes up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5702064475102208741-7861127521565478333?l=maysha1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/feeds/7861127521565478333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5702064475102208741&amp;postID=7861127521565478333' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7861127521565478333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702064475102208741/posts/default/7861127521565478333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maysha1.blogspot.com/2006/12/beginning_10.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303061739491331419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1SAE2EAG04/S9eoR5NbFXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/C1scDx7CPsg/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
