<?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-8329627845237453103</id><updated>2012-02-10T14:09:30.579-05:00</updated><category term='Celebrity'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='food'/><category term='movies'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='365project'/><category term='friroundup'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Coldplay'/><category term='music'/><category term='Wishful Thinking'/><category term='Makeup'/><category term='transportation'/><title type='text'>That's Ms. JP to you!</title><subtitle type='html'>Frivolousity at its best!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-5238414548156834274</id><published>2012-02-10T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:09:30.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Log</title><content type='html'>I'm really serious about getting my healthiness back in track. Well not right at this moment since I have had too much food and it's only 2:00 pm and I'm pretty sure I'm going to eat dinner. But for reals, I've consulted many health experts, working on getting appointments and such but then I realized, why have I not asked Roxanne??? Who's Roxanne you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my cousin extraordinaire. And a fitness expert. So I emailed her and she has me doing a food log for 3 days. So as I'm writing my food log I realize what a pig I am. Do I really need to eat this much? Why did I have 2 breakfasts? Why haven't I gotten up to go to the gym? ughh. Disappointing. But with this food log, Rox will figure out a meal plan for me. AND I HAVE TO STICK TO IT. I need my mind in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get my meal plan and exercise plan in order, I'll share it, maybe it'll help you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-5238414548156834274?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5238414548156834274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=5238414548156834274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5238414548156834274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5238414548156834274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2012/02/food-log.html' title='Food Log'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-8367317465556307022</id><published>2012-01-27T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:31:26.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny bit obsessed with Pinterest</title><content type='html'>Yes. I admit it. Just a tiny bit. I check it everyday. 2 or 3 times a day. It's so addicting. Why couldn't I have thought of it? Pinterest is a virtual pinboard that you can share with everyone. Right now it's by invite only (reminds of the early facebook days). But I'm sure they'll let anyone join if you just ask. My fave boards are the ones by foodies. They have awesome recipes. Banana cake w/cream cheese. Yes please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-8367317465556307022?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8367317465556307022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=8367317465556307022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/8367317465556307022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/8367317465556307022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2012/01/tiny-bit-obsessed-with-pinterest.html' title='Tiny bit obsessed with Pinterest'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4261472270618217994</id><published>2012-01-25T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:30:31.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on the fitness</title><content type='html'>Slowly but surely, I'm working out. My goal has been workout 3 times a week. And so far it's been working! Either at the gym or at home, but it's a goal that's being accomplished. It's not only about losing weight, it's about being healthy. That is key. Also eating healthy is key too. I want to try this new thing out. It's called 4/3 diet. (I just made that up, I don't know what it's called for real) but for four days Mon-Thurs. Eat super healthy. When I say super healthy, I mean veggies, fruit galore, avoid all fatty foods, carbs and focus on good food. Then for 3 days Fri-Sun, eat regular&amp;nbsp;healthy. I tend to eat out more on the weekends then during the week so it should work out well. We'll see. Hope to start next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4261472270618217994?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4261472270618217994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4261472270618217994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4261472270618217994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4261472270618217994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2012/01/working-on-fitness.html' title='Working on the fitness'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4021676724885449352</id><published>2012-01-20T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:55:31.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gummies</title><content type='html'>So much to write, so little time. What up blogger world? I'm currently sipping on some ginger tea which I have gotten&amp;nbsp;accustomed&amp;nbsp;to due to "tea time". I also got&amp;nbsp;Flintstones&amp;nbsp;gummy vitamins. I can't believe I have&amp;nbsp;succumbed&amp;nbsp;to gummy vitamins but if I have to stay healthy, I must drink vitamins and believe it or not, gummies are pretty easy to remember to take. I have also noticed that I have a lot of Glee music on my iPod... thanks sis.&amp;nbsp;These upcoming 6 months will be super busy, fun, sad, scary, faith-testing... but with Jehovah's help, it will turn out to be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Coldplay is coming back to town in concert. SO EXCITED. I'm so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4021676724885449352?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4021676724885449352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4021676724885449352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4021676724885449352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4021676724885449352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2012/01/gummies.html' title='Gummies'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-8097474881678089786</id><published>2012-01-03T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:22:41.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kardashian Rant</title><content type='html'>Why does Kris Jenner insist on wearing tuxedos? WHYYyyy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn2.kimkcdn.celebuzz.com/files/2012/01/Kim-Kardashian-Kris-Jenner-New-Years-Eve-Tao-Las-Vegas-010312-20-copy-744x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn2.kimkcdn.celebuzz.com/files/2012/01/Kim-Kardashian-Kris-Jenner-New-Years-Eve-Tao-Las-Vegas-010312-20-copy-744x1024.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-8097474881678089786?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8097474881678089786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=8097474881678089786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/8097474881678089786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/8097474881678089786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2012/01/kardashian-rant.html' title='Kardashian Rant'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4378729095684256280</id><published>2012-01-03T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:24:03.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Ms. Aguilera</title><content type='html'>Dear Christina Aguilera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop being so slutty. Please stop making songs that you can't even play on the radio cause they are so dirty. Please wear dresses that fit. Please lose that loser boyfriend that you have. Please don't have your son grow up thinking his mommy is a whore. Please consult some good song writers. Please stop the dramatic hand gestures when you sing. Please get rid of that blonde weave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a talented TALENTED girl. Don't stoop down to the whoreish level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, someone who still believes in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4378729095684256280?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4378729095684256280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4378729095684256280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4378729095684256280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4378729095684256280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2012/01/letter-to-ms-aguilera.html' title='A letter to Ms. Aguilera'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-8085024786778217303</id><published>2011-12-28T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T10:28:39.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>I did it! I got red lipstick. It's called Dubonnet from MAC. 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They rule.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instagram- make dull pics look hip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2992742664301850974?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2992742664301850974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2992742664301850974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2992742664301850974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2992742664301850974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-i-love-pt-1.html' title='Things I love pt. 1'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3795465818712049084</id><published>2011-12-05T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:11:28.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KsVyGxoEIo/Tt0H_ZlVr-I/AAAAAAAAegE/3ZEckvY4bo0/s1600/photo+%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KsVyGxoEIo/Tt0H_ZlVr-I/AAAAAAAAegE/3ZEckvY4bo0/s320/photo+%25289%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpAQHSYbjqA/Tt0Hj2BtxnI/AAAAAAAAef8/8shlUCr9e6o/s1600/photo+%252810%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpAQHSYbjqA/Tt0Hj2BtxnI/AAAAAAAAef8/8shlUCr9e6o/s320/photo+%252810%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wine.laughter.earrings.goats.cowgoats.frenchtoast.walmart.service.trailers.newfriends.oldfriends.pizza.tacos.fleamarket.mexicans.rubytuesday.ribs.starbucks.sonic.roadtrip.music.don'ttalktome.clocks.goodtimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3795465818712049084?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3795465818712049084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3795465818712049084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3795465818712049084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3795465818712049084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend.html' title='The weekend'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KsVyGxoEIo/Tt0H_ZlVr-I/AAAAAAAAegE/3ZEckvY4bo0/s72-c/photo+%25289%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-7187774070802150707</id><published>2011-11-25T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:27:20.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>a.k.a. cleaning day. Yes, instead of participating in the madness that is Black Friday, I'm staying home to clean. Sounds boring to you all but I plan to enjoy it, you know why? Because I have to. I have no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain how long it takes me to clean my room, FOREVER. I can start on Friday and the following Friday I'm still cleaning. It's terrible. So naturally, I googled how to clean a room. (My mom would be so disappointed that I had to do that.) 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mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 47.0pt 1.0in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -1.0in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;◦&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e32e00; font-family: Times; font-size: 30.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Gather all your supplies such as a basket or laundry bagto pick up all the things that don't belong in your bedroom. You'll need atrashcan, vacuum and glass cleaner to &lt;span style="color: #165400;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;the windows and glass tabletops on side tables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 47.0pt 1.0in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -1.0in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;◦&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e32e00; font-family: Times; font-size: 30.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Collect all the objects lying around in your bedroomthat can be stored elsewhere. These can be toys, snacks or food items, extramagazines and books and so on. Place these items in a basket and whisk it outof the bedroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 47.0pt 1.0in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -1.0in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;◦&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e32e00; font-family: Times; font-size: 30.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Grab all the dirty or used clothing including towels,sheets, rugs, window curtains, comforters and so on and put them in a hamper or&lt;span style="color: #165400;"&gt;laundry basket&lt;/span&gt;. You can wash these later. Inthe meantime, set aside fresh sheets, towels and other necessary items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 47.0pt 1.0in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -1.0in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;◦&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e32e00; font-family: Times; font-size: 30.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Pull out all the pieces of furniture that are not affixedor too heavy. Bed or closets, if too heavy to remove from the bedroom, at leastmove them around so that you can clean up the entire area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 47.0pt 1.0in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -1.0in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;◦&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e32e00; font-family: Times; font-size: 30.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Dust the corners, ceiling, walls, windows, accent lamps,fan and other areas where dust, cobwebs and other junk can settle in. Alsoclean the assorted knickknacks and decorative items. Use a damp cloth orhousehold &lt;span style="color: #165400;"&gt;cleaner&lt;/span&gt; to clean if the surfacehas unsightly finger prints, water spots or other marks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 47.0pt 1.0in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -1.0in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;◦&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e32e00; font-family: Times; font-size: 30.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Dust the dressing area including drawers and chest,mirrors and night stand. Use glass cleaner for mirrors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 47.0pt 1.0in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -1.0in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;◦&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e32e00; font-family: Times; font-size: 30.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Vacuum and flip your mattress over to provide even wear.Don't forget to clean under the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 47.0pt 1.0in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -1.0in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;◦&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e32e00; font-family: Times; font-size: 30.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Clean your closets next. Remove everything from yourclosets, one closet at a time and wipe the interior with a damp cloth followedby a quick wipe with a dry cloth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 47.0pt 1.0in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -1.0in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;◦&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e32e00; font-family: Times; font-size: 30.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Store the items appropriately in closets or drawers, ifthey are lying around in the bedroom. Folded and pressed clothes, accessories,jewelry, cosmetics, etc. are some such articles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 47.0pt 1.0in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -1.0in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;◦&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e32e00; font-family: Times; font-size: 30.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Use fresh sheets to make the bed. Replace the curtains,towels and rugs with washed items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;"&gt;Read more: &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2002459_clean-bedroom.html#ixzz1ejOjnM00"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001d8d; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;How to Clean aBedroom | eHow.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2002459_clean-bedroom.html#ixzz1ejOjnM00"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001d8d; text-decoration: none; text-underline: 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAwjCdC3z7k/TsPWx8byKVI/AAAAAAAAdmc/EeNMBFs1QXY/s72-c/photo+%25288%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4575170227560831578</id><published>2011-11-15T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:23:14.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Mindy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGDg2SvdcNo/TsLYQzkVgtI/AAAAAAAAdmU/LXz8lKCi7n8/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMTE1LTAwMzI2LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-794442"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGDg2SvdcNo/TsLYQzkVgtI/AAAAAAAAdmU/LXz8lKCi7n8/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMTE1LTAwMzI2LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-794442"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675336263672365778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yayyy! I got the book! Can&amp;#39;t wait to start reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4575170227560831578?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4575170227560831578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4575170227560831578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4575170227560831578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4575170227560831578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/11/go-mindy.html' title='Go Mindy!!'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGDg2SvdcNo/TsLYQzkVgtI/AAAAAAAAdmU/LXz8lKCi7n8/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMTE1LTAwMzI2LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-794442' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2280235505629677913</id><published>2011-11-15T10:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:16:01.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>So I go to Starbucks today and they had x-mas music playing and I said HOOOLLLLLDDD UP, it is mid-November, what is up with the x-mas music already. Don't appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to the 'bucks in the morning, I always get a grande white mocha and a sausage bfast sandwich. It makes my morning complete. But my commute is about 30 mins in the morning and I let my drink sit for a while and I forget to stir it so by the time I'm getting to the end of my drink, its just syrup and it is NOT good. It's tooo sweet and ruins my palate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2280235505629677913?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2280235505629677913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2280235505629677913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2280235505629677913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2280235505629677913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/11/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-852583737464675013</id><published>2011-11-13T09:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T09:43:59.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Books v. Real Books</title><content type='html'>Call me old fashioned but I like real books. I hate that you can download books on electronic devices to read. The actual book is sooooo much better! I have to admit, I do have books on my phone but they are not books I read for leisure, they are reference books and magazines that I need every so often. But if I had to pick, give me a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pc57MIBKV3E/Tr_Xic8N6PI/AAAAAAAAdlk/l3iqt5hQXqg/s1600/book_stack.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pc57MIBKV3E/Tr_Xic8N6PI/AAAAAAAAdlk/l3iqt5hQXqg/s320/book_stack.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-852583737464675013?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/852583737464675013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=852583737464675013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/852583737464675013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/852583737464675013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-books-v-real-books.html' title='E-Books v. Real Books'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pc57MIBKV3E/Tr_Xic8N6PI/AAAAAAAAdlk/l3iqt5hQXqg/s72-c/book_stack.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4978478422742831812</id><published>2011-11-09T13:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:25:17.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy D</title><content type='html'>I can't believe (well, I can) that Heavy D died. He was so young, 44! You know what that tells me??? I really need to exercise. I don't want a random person to find me in front of my house passed out cause I couldn't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this... my fave song from Heavy D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/NNEgUPKxk7A/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNEgUPKxk7A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNEgUPKxk7A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4978478422742831812?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4978478422742831812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4978478422742831812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4978478422742831812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4978478422742831812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/11/heavy-d.html' title='Heavy D'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-5173233936956579334</id><published>2011-11-08T11:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:27:22.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi again</title><content type='html'>Hi there! Yes, it's me again. What can I tell you? Nothing really. Nothing out of the ordinary. But I know you really want to know my opinion on Kim Kardashian's divorce.... I don't really care. The more people talk about it, the more famous they get so they are winning and all you people hating are losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start exercising again. I went hiking over the weekend and thought I was going to die! I get tired walking up steps and can you imagine walking up and down hills? So what do I need to do to motivate myself? Run a marathon. Yes guys, I am going to definitely consider running a 13 mile marathon. Do you think it's possible? I do not. But I will try, if I can consistently exercise and eat health for a month, then I'll do it. I'll let you know what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-5173233936956579334?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5173233936956579334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=5173233936956579334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5173233936956579334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5173233936956579334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-again.html' title='Hi again'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-7635290427686204411</id><published>2011-10-26T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:25:52.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my life folks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5-eHMBK-Hg/TqhCoclgt8I/AAAAAAAAc8c/Gca5UKSO-0I/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDI2LTAwMjk3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-752631"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5-eHMBK-Hg/TqhCoclgt8I/AAAAAAAAc8c/Gca5UKSO-0I/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDI2LTAwMjk3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-752631"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667853393681496002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My fork broke while eating a salad. How does that happen?&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-7635290427686204411?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7635290427686204411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=7635290427686204411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/7635290427686204411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/7635290427686204411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-my-life-folks.html' title='This is my life folks...'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5-eHMBK-Hg/TqhCoclgt8I/AAAAAAAAc8c/Gca5UKSO-0I/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDI2LTAwMjk3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-752631' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-38540398326097803</id><published>2011-10-19T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:10:24.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yessss</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ce_AU0YPBWk/Tp8EgPZzzEI/AAAAAAAAco4/ghICRUOwRyA/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDE5LTAwMjg0LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-724084"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ce_AU0YPBWk/Tp8EgPZzzEI/AAAAAAAAco4/ghICRUOwRyA/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDE5LTAwMjg0LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-724084"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665251808192482370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thanks scott! For my izze.&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-38540398326097803?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/38540398326097803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=38540398326097803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/38540398326097803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/38540398326097803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/10/yessss.html' title='Yessss'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ce_AU0YPBWk/Tp8EgPZzzEI/AAAAAAAAco4/ghICRUOwRyA/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDE5LTAwMjg0LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-724084' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-8192914183344524544</id><published>2011-10-18T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:00:35.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally did my nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XyCpDENrvw/Tp4FFCyXokI/AAAAAAAAcos/HPMq9mp-crs/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDE4LTAwMjc4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-735955"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XyCpDENrvw/Tp4FFCyXokI/AAAAAAAAcos/HPMq9mp-crs/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDE4LTAwMjc4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-735955"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664970965484282434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Its called &amp;quot;too hot pink to hold &amp;#39;em&amp;quot; why can&amp;#39;t it just be hot pink.&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-8192914183344524544?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8192914183344524544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=8192914183344524544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/8192914183344524544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/8192914183344524544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/10/finally-did-my-nails.html' title='Finally did my nails'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XyCpDENrvw/Tp4FFCyXokI/AAAAAAAAcos/HPMq9mp-crs/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDE4LTAwMjc4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-735955' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-9076386546259721848</id><published>2011-10-17T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:49:13.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awIaP1Ajj1k/Tpxqmvj0oSI/AAAAAAAAcog/on70KmsnJTg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDE2LTAwMjc3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-753834"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awIaP1Ajj1k/Tpxqmvj0oSI/AAAAAAAAcog/on70KmsnJTg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDE2LTAwMjc3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-753834"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664519645159530786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mommy made. Yum!&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-9076386546259721848?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9076386546259721848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=9076386546259721848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/9076386546259721848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/9076386546259721848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/10/cake.html' title='cake'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awIaP1Ajj1k/Tpxqmvj0oSI/AAAAAAAAcog/on70KmsnJTg/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTExMDE2LTAwMjc3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-753834' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3143495906218346472</id><published>2011-09-22T11:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:13:27.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/p/29-by-29.html"&gt;18 out of 29&lt;/a&gt;... Not to shabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3143495906218346472?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3143495906218346472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3143495906218346472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3143495906218346472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3143495906218346472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1885595538809384208</id><published>2011-08-10T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T11:28:51.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>16 to go</title><content type='html'>I have 16 goals to do before September 16th. I know at least 2 for a fact I'm not getting them done. But in all honesty, I'm in better shape (goal-wise) then I thought. So I gotta make this month count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-1885595538809384208?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1885595538809384208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1885595538809384208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1885595538809384208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1885595538809384208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/16-to-go.html' title='16 to go'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-775842007526738914</id><published>2011-08-04T11:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:04:20.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not hating...</title><content type='html'>But this chick just had a baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EncowwojUmw/Tjq07mY7FKI/AAAAAAAAa3M/HQKpztV2L5A/s1600/293.Kerr.tg.080411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EncowwojUmw/Tjq07mY7FKI/AAAAAAAAa3M/HQKpztV2L5A/s320/293.Kerr.tg.080411.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-775842007526738914?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/775842007526738914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=775842007526738914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/775842007526738914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/775842007526738914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-not-hating.html' title='I&apos;m not hating...'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EncowwojUmw/Tjq07mY7FKI/AAAAAAAAa3M/HQKpztV2L5A/s72-c/293.Kerr.tg.080411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3802732830514369707</id><published>2011-08-04T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:48:38.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you get what I get, what would you say?</title><content type='html'>You know who I really like right now? &lt;a href="http://karminmusic.com/bio/"&gt;Karmin.&lt;/a&gt; Have you heard of them? They've been all over the place. Right now I'm listening to their remake of Party Rock Anthem. Karmin is a guy and girl musical duo. They do a lot of remakes of pop songs. Nick and Amy, they are engaged I believe. They are very cute together and Amy is BEYOND talented. She did a cover on Chris Brown's song "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khCokQt--l4"&gt;Look at me now&lt;/a&gt;" that is INSANE. Anyone that can rap like Busta Rhymes deserves some praise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3802732830514369707?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3802732830514369707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3802732830514369707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3802732830514369707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3802732830514369707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-you-get-what-i-get-what-would-you.html' title='If you get what I get, what would you say?'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4849569984448060833</id><published>2011-07-28T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:53:32.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>I just saw my last post and realized it's been a month since I last posted. What in the world guys? Why am I so lazy? That's what it is, cause i know i have a lot to write about but I just don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got this crazy 29 before 29 list that I am no where near done and guess what? 29 is around the corner. 1 month and a half away. Who has two thumbs and and turning 29? this moi! Not really all that excited but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will blog more. Seriously. I will.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop online shopping. (SERIOUSLY)&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop the stuffy nose by going to the allergy doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Thanks for stopping by!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4849569984448060833?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4849569984448060833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4849569984448060833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4849569984448060833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4849569984448060833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3389688719514352484</id><published>2011-06-29T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:23:57.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One year</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is going to be a year since my maternal grandmother passed away. It's been an emotional year for everyone in the family. I feel like it hasn't hit me yet, I didn't live with her, I didn't talk to her every day and the last time I had seen her was 6 years ago. I miss her dearly. I know I'll see her soon but the pain is still fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing I won't ever forget is how my mom told me that my grandmother had died. It was around 5am. I think she had passed away 2 hours prior to that, and I just heard a knock on the door and I jumped up and just opened it just a little and my mom's face was in my face and she just whispered "malena died". I COULD NOT believe it. My mom had just spoken to her the night before, they had been joking around and I had no kind of indication that she would die just a few hours after that. It was so sudden to me. I was in a daze the rest of the day and weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this just makes me realize that I need to cherish the moments I have with my family. They are the ones that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3389688719514352484?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3389688719514352484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3389688719514352484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3389688719514352484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3389688719514352484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-year.html' title='One year'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-7072385118148266299</id><published>2011-06-16T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:59:43.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh... Hi there!</title><content type='html'>It's been about a month since I last posted. There are days that I wake up so excited and ready to write about everything and then I get to work... ugh. Let me tell you guys something, my life is a little bit hectic now, I am so disorganized at the moment, it's HORRENDOUS. I can't even begin to imagine where to begin. I am usually so "together" you know what I mean? But I have just been all over the place lately. I used to always have a little notebook in my purse where I wrote random things and to-do lists, I can't find that book. I think that's where everything went downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time to get pro-active! I need to get my life together again. I need to have my return visit book organized and color coded again (man, I miss those days). I need my purse to be free of random receipts and movie chocolates (movie chocolates are chocolates I get at the movie&amp;nbsp;theater) (and if you know anything about me, I don't go to the movies often which means if I have movie chocolates in my purse... ick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next time I post, I'll have at least done my laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-7072385118148266299?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7072385118148266299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=7072385118148266299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/7072385118148266299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/7072385118148266299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-hi-there.html' title='Oh... Hi there!'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1808092373994072451</id><published>2011-05-23T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T16:10:42.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Talk</title><content type='html'>I hate small talk with strangers. Hate it. I avoid it like the gym. (Which I really need to stop avoiding). The other day I was at the bank depositing some money for my parents. I do online banking, paperless everything, going green and what not. But my parents are still living in the 90s, they write checks and refuse to use the ATM because it's weird. The ATM will not steal your identity!!!!! I digress. So I'm waiting in line for a teller, and I avoid eye contact with anyone that wants to make a convo with me. Especially the old spanish ladies that want to know your life story. I'm sorry, I do NOT want to marry your single son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to the teller and they start the small talk. I normally just respond with one word answers so they can get the point. But no, they continue to ask about my weekend, the weather, etc. &amp;nbsp;STOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP!! I really need it to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-1808092373994072451?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1808092373994072451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1808092373994072451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1808092373994072451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1808092373994072451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/05/small-talk.html' title='Small Talk'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2946833028999821339</id><published>2011-05-12T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:31:26.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's looking to you kid</title><content type='html'>I finally saw Casablanca. After years of my friends telling me to watch it, I made it a goal to watch it before I turn 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it. It was FANTASTIC. There is a quality about old movies that is unmatched in today's cinema. There is so much emotion and depth. I loved it. and I'm going to watch it again. I definitely want to watch more films from that era like Gone with the Wind. I should make a list....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2946833028999821339?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2946833028999821339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2946833028999821339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2946833028999821339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2946833028999821339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/05/heres-looking-to-you-kid.html' title='Here&apos;s looking to you kid'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-5372374008805554715</id><published>2011-05-02T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:16:15.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby steps</title><content type='html'>So I'm slowly attacking my &lt;a href="http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/p/29-by-29.html"&gt;29 by 29 list.&lt;/a&gt; I have done 5 out of 29 things. I'm turning 29 in about 4 months. I have FOUR months to finish 24 things. I have faith that I'll finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals is to revamp my wardrobe and my baby steps to this accomplishing this goal is to purchase a book about style. Now, how do you pick a good book about style? I don't know. But I was walking in Target and I come across &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lauren-Conrad-Style/dp/0061989142"&gt;Lauren Conrad's Style&lt;/a&gt; book. It was on sale and I remember LC on Laguna Beach/The Hills and she was always looking cute so I said, why not? I purchased the book. I skimmed through it and a lot of the things in there... I kinda already know. I just don't know why I don't do it. I want to go and purchase a whole new wardrobe but clearly, that's impossible. So I'll work with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: I can NOT get out of my head this song that goes "...rizzle rizzle rex" I know that's not what it's called nor do I know what it talks about but it is stuck in my brain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-5372374008805554715?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5372374008805554715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=5372374008805554715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5372374008805554715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5372374008805554715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-steps.html' title='Baby steps'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-133038104953160508</id><published>2011-04-21T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:15:59.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been really delayed with blogging. I know, I suck. I have no reasons for why I don't. But let me update you a little on what I'm thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really REALLY want to write a song. I have a title. That's it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am determined to learn how to use my MacBook right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;a href="http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/p/29-by-29.html"&gt;29 by 29 project&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am I really going to finish?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to be 29 in 148 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why can't I just go to the gym everyday? It's really not that difficult.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is 5 Guys so addicting?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is my friend really getting married in 107 days? (I have a date calculator at work, it makes it very easy for me to calculate)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to write things down a lot now, I'm getting more forgetful by the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-133038104953160508?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/133038104953160508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=133038104953160508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/133038104953160508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/133038104953160508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-been-really-delayed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3107714102816820505</id><published>2011-04-21T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:59:54.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years!</title><content type='html'>Today is April 21, 2011. A very special day indeed. Two of my bestest and closest friends were married 10 years ago today. I was not at their wedding.... That's cause I didn't know them then. Well, I knew Billy but we weren't friends. It was about 6 months after they got married that our friendship started. I am very picky on who I call a "friend" and I'm very weird about it. I just feel that time and experiences is what makes a good friend, not just I met you once and we're good to go. But these two people, they are no joke friends for life. We can talk about ANYTHING and no one judges anyone and it just works. I don't think I have enough words to express how thankful I am of having them in my life. I hate that they live so far away (601 miles away!!!!). But I love them the same. Probably even more then normal. So Congrats Billy and Noemi for 10 years of marriage, truly an accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3107714102816820505?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3107714102816820505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3107714102816820505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3107714102816820505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3107714102816820505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-years.html' title='10 Years!'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2375863263723229905</id><published>2011-03-21T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T11:55:37.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession time</title><content type='html'>I work at a law office and I've been here almost 8 years. I love working here. (sometimes) I am currently the only spanish speaking person in the firm. So of course, all the spanish calls are directed to me. There are days that I don't mind talking to people in spanish at work, but most of the time I do not. Especially Monday mornings. So today I have to cover for the receptionist and we had at least 4 spanish people call. So I told them that the spanish person was not available until after 3pm today. Is that bad? No. It's called saving my mental sanity to better serve those people in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2375863263723229905?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2375863263723229905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2375863263723229905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2375863263723229905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2375863263723229905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/03/confession-time.html' title='Confession time'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-7862718692501537970</id><published>2011-02-23T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:02:13.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>6 more days till my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdizzlepics/collections/72157624823942743/"&gt;365 project&lt;/a&gt; is done. DONE! Can you believe? I sure can't. I can never finish anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-7862718692501537970?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7862718692501537970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=7862718692501537970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/7862718692501537970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/7862718692501537970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/02/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-524937614348693527</id><published>2011-02-22T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:59:30.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting old y'all!</title><content type='html'>So in September, I'll be turning 29!! One year before the big 30. &amp;nbsp;It's a big deal, especially since it will be my last year in my 20s. It went by in a flash, I had a lot of good times and bad times. So I'm taking the time to make a list of goals I'd like to reach before I turn 29. I had seen the idea on other blogs, usually for when you turn 30, but over at &lt;a href="http://www.caffeinate-me.com/"&gt;Andrea's blog&lt;/a&gt;, she made &lt;a href="http://www.caffeinate-me.com/p/29-before-29.html"&gt;her list&lt;/a&gt; and I realized I could do it too. The main reason of doing all this is because I want to be more goal oriented in my 30s, it will be a new phase in my life and I need to stop slacking. So, without further ado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29 things to do before I turn 29&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read the JW 2011 YB&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish &lt;a href="http://content.photojojo.com/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/"&gt;365 Photo Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Complete the &lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/things/view/1692978/complete-a-photo-project-called-abcs"&gt;ABC Photo Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;5. Find perfect LBD.&lt;br /&gt;6. Master make up application&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn how to do something car related (i.e. change oil, windshield wiper fluid, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Design a piece of Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;9. Make a painting&lt;br /&gt;10. Exercise consistently&lt;br /&gt;11. Watch Casablanca&lt;br /&gt;12. Watch Gone with the Wind&lt;br /&gt;13. Be healthy&lt;br /&gt;14. Memorize new Bible verses&lt;br /&gt;15. Make 3 &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/"&gt;Pioneer Woman's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Recipes&lt;br /&gt;16. Secret goal&lt;br /&gt;17. Stage a photo shoot&lt;br /&gt;18. Create a web page&lt;br /&gt;19. Read 3 JW publications&lt;br /&gt;20. Host dinner party&lt;br /&gt;21. Open IRA account&lt;br /&gt;22. Do at least 10 push ups&lt;br /&gt;23. Read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Great_Gatsby"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Go to a Broadway Show&lt;br /&gt;25. Try a new food&lt;br /&gt;26. Dance Tango in Argentina&lt;br /&gt;27. Get a facial at a spa&lt;br /&gt;28. Take a picture of the White House&lt;br /&gt;29. Revamp wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very close of completing 10 of these things within the next month which is awesome! I'll let you know what the progress is of such goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-524937614348693527?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/524937614348693527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=524937614348693527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/524937614348693527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/524937614348693527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-getting-old-yall.html' title='I&apos;m getting old y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-6134996198527133942</id><published>2011-02-02T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:07:25.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting gipped by snowmageddon part deux</title><content type='html'>I'm sure all of you have heard how the US is getting&amp;nbsp;pummeled&amp;nbsp;by snow. Especially the North East side. I live in Maryland, about 15 minutes away from DC and we have gotten about 5 inches so far since winter began. I'm a little upset about that because I like snow, I like that my job closes because of snow, I like that last year I was home for a whole week because we had an unbelievable amount of snow, like 2 feet or more, I don't remember anymore. It was record breaking. But this year, nothing. I mean, yes, it has been cold. We have had some "ice storms" and "thundersnow" but it really hasn't resulted in any significant accumulations. I want it to snow so I can stay at home at least for 2 days. I love snow days, I get so productive and I get to be lazy and watch movies too! It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, do the snowdance for the DMV. Thanks much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-6134996198527133942?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6134996198527133942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=6134996198527133942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6134996198527133942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6134996198527133942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/02/getting-gipped-by-snowmageddon-part.html' title='Getting gipped by snowmageddon part deux'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-5620908351638651610</id><published>2011-01-27T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:49:19.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me?</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I know, it's been a while. I've wanted to write, but I didn't have that fire in me. (metaphorically speaking) As I write this, I'm listening to Christina Aguilera's song "You Lost Me". This girl has talent. I don't think she gets enough credit. She has such a powerful voice, granted, she tries too hard to be like her pop counterpart, Ms. Britney Spears. Christina needs some counseling sessions and good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm not writing this post about Christina, it's about how I've been MIA from blogging. Lots of things have happened in the past couple of months and even though it is not tragic, it involves a lot of loss. Material things mostly. But the biggest thing I lost was the sense of security. I know we live in a world where you can't trust ANYONE. But I had a little bit of faith. I thought there was some people that had a least the tiny bit of respect, to God or people that feared God. I say this because my car got broken in to while I was at the Kingdom Hall. Seriously people? On God's territory? Ya'll gonna come in and rob me? That's just horrible. In the words of Kelly Kapoor "HOW DARE YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police has not been able to track down who did nor my stuff. But I just cut all my losses and decided to start fresh. I have no hope of getting any of my stuff back. Yea, it hurts starting over (laptop, 2 cameras were stolen). But I have my life. I wasn't in the car when it happened, it could have been SO MUCH WORSE!! About a month later, some guy was killed like up the street from where my car was broken in to. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm good now. I haven't replaced my Canon camera but someday I will. I did get a new laptop. A MacBook Pro. IT IS AWESOME! I can't wait till I learn how to use it for real. It has all these cool features, it really kicks PCs' butt. Don't get me wrong, PC for life! But I do like that I can use both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to keep updating consistently now. I have lots of stories to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuces! (I'm listening to Chris Brown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-5620908351638651610?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5620908351638651610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=5620908351638651610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5620908351638651610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5620908351638651610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2011/01/remember-me.html' title='Remember me?'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-6634503577665734635</id><published>2010-12-14T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:34:05.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just one of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TQfwOdUqFqI/AAAAAAAAWLg/C85yd9a7_eQ/s1600/secretlifeamericanteen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TQfwOdUqFqI/AAAAAAAAWLg/C85yd9a7_eQ/s200/secretlifeamericanteen.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TQfwgl1vN2I/AAAAAAAAWLk/bHht8jsv7LI/s1600/andrewgarfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TQfwgl1vN2I/AAAAAAAAWLk/bHht8jsv7LI/s200/andrewgarfield.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kinda look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chick from secret life of the american teenager and Andrew Garfield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-6634503577665734635?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6634503577665734635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=6634503577665734635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6634503577665734635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6634503577665734635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='just one of those days'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TQfwOdUqFqI/AAAAAAAAWLg/C85yd9a7_eQ/s72-c/secretlifeamericanteen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-6713249131370636146</id><published>2010-12-06T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:49:46.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief intermission</title><content type='html'>I just realized it's been over a month since I last blogged. And I read my last entry and it made me sad. There have been SOOO many things happening and now I don't really want to address them. I will later. But just wanted to check in. One thing is for certain, winter is here. Freezing temps, flurries everywhere, dry skin, long coats and furry boots. I don't mind this time of year much. Granted, it does make it harder to get up in the morning but we gotta keep it moving right? Hopefully I'll be back in full blogging mode. SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-6713249131370636146?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6713249131370636146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=6713249131370636146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6713249131370636146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6713249131370636146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/12/brief-intermission.html' title='Brief intermission'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-9030810343491711951</id><published>2010-11-02T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T10:33:06.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: dark2;"&gt;So in order for me to purchase the camera I want, I clearly have to make cuts in my spending. It hurts. Yes, new iPod has to wait. I have to stop eating out so much. I need to stop purchasing non-useful items. But even cutting things like that doesn't really help all that much. (minus the eating out, I save a lot with that). But I have realized a huge money drain in my budget. My hair. OMG, I spend a lot of money on my hair. I don't even think I can say how much because it's downright shameful. So I have decided to color my hair at home. Yes, I will color my own hair. Which technically means I'll go back to a color close to my natural hair, I have to say goodbye to my highlights... I'm crying inside. No, not really. But yea, I mean if I seriously take that out of my spending, I can get my camera way faster. Besides, I can go back to going to the salon in the spring/summer. So I will be ok in the winter. Brown hair, here I come!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8329627845237453103-9030810343491711951?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9030810343491711951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=9030810343491711951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/9030810343491711951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/9030810343491711951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-hair.html' title='My hair'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-8676058508644106727</id><published>2010-10-25T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:26:05.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow that Truck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4090/5081314631_744d318f86_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4090/5081314631_744d318f86_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tacos. So when I heard that there was a new&amp;nbsp;Korean&amp;nbsp;taco truck around the area, I was dying to try it. Only problem is that it only stays in DC. I work in Rockville so I'm not going to travel 30 mins on the metro to wait possibly another 30 minutes from some tacos UNLESS they are the bomb diggity. So when I heard they were doing this curbside truck-off (that might not actually be the name of the event) I was all over that. My plan was to get some tacos and if I had time, I would visit the other trucks. &amp;nbsp;In the back of my mind I was like maybe I should take cash. But then I said, nah, I think I have enough for one taco (that's all I wanted). Then I said, they probably accept plastic. So I get there, it's a pretty warm day but it was nice. I'm waiting in line thinking, I should go get cash. But I don't. I was like I'm going to lose my spot, they'll run out of tacos, etc. Then an hour goes by, we barely moved. Are you kidding me?? Then I'm thinking, the tacos must be the bomb. Everyone was getting into the line. As I get closer I see the tacos cost 3 dollars, not 2. I had 2 dollars only. Ummmmmm ok. I have not just spent 1.5 hrs in line to see that I don't have enough money, not even for ONE taco. I start searching in my purse for loose change. Unfortunately, I had just switched and cleaned out my purse. I started getting frustrated, I was like I could have soooooooooooo gotten cash but no, I had to be hard headed. Finally I rounded up enough change. I get to the front, I order one taco. They smell delicious, they look delicious, I take a bite... they are delicious. But they are also exactly like the way my mom makes them. My mom actually makes them better. I waited in line for 2 hours for one taco that I could have gotten at home. Really? But I'm glad I tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-8676058508644106727?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8676058508644106727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=8676058508644106727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/8676058508644106727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/8676058508644106727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/10/follow-that-truck.html' title='Follow that Truck!'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-687690622092005611</id><published>2010-10-15T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:57:33.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block Impede</title><content type='html'>Have you heard that song by Lupe Fiasco "Hip Hop saved my life"? I relate to it from time to time when I'm stuck in a rut. Especially this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He said I write what I see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Write to make it right&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't like where I be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd like to make it like&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The sights on TV&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quite the great life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So nice and easy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;See now you can still die from that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it's better than not being alive from straps&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agreed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A mead notebook and a Bic that click&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When it's pushed and a wack beat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's a track that's weak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That he got last week&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'cause everybody in the store&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Was like that's that heat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A bass heavy medley with a sample from the 70s&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With a screwed up hook that went&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;STACK THAT CHEESE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Something something something&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;STACK THAT CHEESE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mother sister cousin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;STACK THAT CHEESE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He couldn't think of nothing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;STACK THAT CHEESE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He turns down the beat writers block impedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;So hopefully I'll be back to normal, I've started drafting a couple of entries but I can't seem to form sentences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-687690622092005611?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/687690622092005611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=687690622092005611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/687690622092005611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/687690622092005611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/10/writers-block-impede.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block Impede'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-740552285045407186</id><published>2010-09-30T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:59:05.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I spent way too much on a piece of bread and coffee</title><content type='html'>I couldn't think of an appropriate title for this post other then the above-titled one. What had happened was.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in Rockville, MD. The most pretentious city in Montgomery County. I've worked/schooled in this area for 10 years already. I can admit that some of the snottiness has rubbed off on me. I'm sorry. (total digression) Ok, so I go to Starbucks in the AM and there is metered parking all over the place, so I pick a spot and realize I don't have any quarters. This has happened in the past but either I find a spot that still has time on the meter or I just zip in and out of&amp;nbsp;Starbucks&amp;nbsp;and I get away with it. Yesterday, I really looked for quarters in my bag, in my wallet, in my car, everywhere, I couldn't find any. I actually had a feeling that I shouldn't just park and take my chances. I should have listened to my gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in and the line was almost out the door!! But they are usually pretty quick and they were. I got my coffee and lemon pound cake. OMG, that thing is sooooooooooooo good. I had never had it before but I can't believe I've been missing out. Yummy. I was so into my bread when I saw the parking meter lady.... and immediately I was like NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I walk to my car calmly cause I didn't want to look like an idiot running and I see the ticket. I was like fine, whatever, I deserve it. Then I look at it closely and see that the fine is $40.00. FORTY FREAKING DOLLARS! What the world?!?!?!?!? How you gonna charge someone FORTY FREAKING DOLLARS for parking at an expired meter? You should have seen my face. UPSET. I mean really, I could understand $15 or even $25 dollars. But FORTY FREAKING DOLLARS. ughhh. Not only that, but if you want to pay online, there is a surcharge of $3.50. Um no, best believe I'm walking down the street to the police&amp;nbsp;department&amp;nbsp;myself and paying that ticket. or I'll send the intern. Either way, I'm not paying a stupid surcharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned Rockville. Well played.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-740552285045407186?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/740552285045407186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=740552285045407186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/740552285045407186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/740552285045407186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-i-spent-way-too-much-on-piece-of.html' title='The day I spent way too much on a piece of bread and coffee'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4418088885220429017</id><published>2010-09-27T10:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:20:09.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong word</title><content type='html'>There have been many times when I see a common word misspelled or&amp;nbsp;misused. And it irritates me. A lot! So when I saw this &lt;a href="http://justatitch.com/titch-list/get-listed-words-i-really-struggle-to-spell/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://justatitch.com/about-moi/"&gt;Just A Titch&lt;/a&gt;, I decided I wanted to post it too. Here's a chart to guide everyone. Please use it. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKCnWX8i_AI/AAAAAAAAUOQ/JXYtlPxXPtw/s1600/misspelled+words.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKCnWX8i_AI/AAAAAAAAUOQ/JXYtlPxXPtw/s400/misspelled+words.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4418088885220429017?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4418088885220429017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4418088885220429017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4418088885220429017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4418088885220429017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/wrong-word.html' title='Wrong word'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKCnWX8i_AI/AAAAAAAAUOQ/JXYtlPxXPtw/s72-c/misspelled+words.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-6991490577429299736</id><published>2010-09-22T10:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:51:59.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Redskins fan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/5014236403_8e361d2b12_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="75" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/5014236403_8e361d2b12_b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first NFL game last Sunday. Redskins v. Texans. I am a Redskins fan. I have been since the 2nd grade. I know there are a lot of haters out there, (you know who you are) but I love my losers. They haven't played all that great since like the early 90s. They have good games and then they have a lot of bad games. It's ok. I'm still a fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this game was sooo awesome! The energy was unreal! I also think that the Redskins have unique fans because we are in the DC/PG County area and if you don't know anything about this area, I'll tell you this, we are ghetto. Like straight up hood and it's awesome. Example: who was our half time entertainment? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuck_Brown"&gt;This guy&lt;/a&gt;! The god-father of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Go-go"&gt;go-go&lt;/a&gt;. Man, everyone got up out their seats and was jammin. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Redskins lost in overtime. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-6991490577429299736?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6991490577429299736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=6991490577429299736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6991490577429299736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6991490577429299736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-redskins-fan.html' title='I&apos;m a Redskins fan!'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/5014236403_8e361d2b12_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-5715352884315783449</id><published>2010-09-16T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:26:32.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Zoe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TJJ8KX1fQzI/AAAAAAAATzo/hVLtYdFd3Lk/s1600/4761889453_20f03df074_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TJJ8KX1fQzI/AAAAAAAATzo/hVLtYdFd3Lk/s320/4761889453_20f03df074_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TJJ8P_qb4PI/AAAAAAAATzw/ChyXUCe6fBk/s1600/zoenap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TJJ8P_qb4PI/AAAAAAAATzw/ChyXUCe6fBk/s320/zoenap.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dog. Her name is Zoe.&amp;nbsp;I call her Zoester, Zo, Nina, Nino, Lola, Munchkin, snoop doggy girl, spoiled brat... I can go on and on and she knows when I'm talking to her. I can call her raisinet and she'll come running to me will lick my face and feet to no end. I can safely say she is MY dog. I bought her, I pay for all her medical/grooming/food/any and all other expenses. She loves me, but she loves someone else. I bought her for my sister (long story, we had a dog for 3 months but we had to give her back and we wanted a dog ever since and I was like ok, I'm going to get it for you). But even my sister knows that Zoe's ultimate love does not go to her. It is for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe LOVES my mother and father. All of you that know Zoe know that she will get super excited and happy to see you. She'll attack you with kisses and will sit on your lap and look at you lovingly and make you feel like the only girl or guy in the world. (thanks Rihanna for that catchy tune) That is until my mom or dad show up. Her&amp;nbsp;allegiance&amp;nbsp;is with them. And I'm ok with that. I have a feeling that if I ever have a child, Jimmy Neutron or Madeline (the names of my future children) will be on my parents side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Zoe loves my parents so much is because they take care of her. They love her, walk her, feed her, talk to her, comb her,&amp;nbsp;discipline&amp;nbsp;her, teach her, bathe her, hug her, they do EVERYTHING for her. They dedicate time to her. And Zoe knows that which is why she clearly loves them more then me. I can't have a pet on my own, I'm never home, I'm always busy, I wouldn't want to have a pet and keep it in a crate all day. That's mean and cruel. So when my mom calls me on the verge of bursting into tears cause she has to take her to get groomed and leave her there for a while, I know she is really worried and hurt. She doesn't want to leave her there and is actually looking for a DVD as we speak, so she can learn how to groom Zoe on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a lesson to all you parents out there. You can't buy your children. Love and time is what they want most from you. They'll love that you bought them the latest toys, clothes, etc for them, but they will love more whoever gives them time and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-5715352884315783449?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5715352884315783449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=5715352884315783449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5715352884315783449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5715352884315783449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/meet-zoe.html' title='Meet Zoe!'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TJJ8KX1fQzI/AAAAAAAATzo/hVLtYdFd3Lk/s72-c/4761889453_20f03df074_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2984693268277817499</id><published>2010-09-07T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:44:59.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My stomach is growling</title><content type='html'>I had Cosi for lunch. Chicken something melt. It was good but why is my stomach growling? I have NO idea. Anyhoo, on to the news of the day. Getting a new phone! woo! My blackberry is dying a slow death. Sometimes it wants to charge, other times it won't. The trackball gets stuck... etc. So I really wanted the Blackberry Torch. I got to see my friend's phone and it was AWESOME! but it's only at AT&amp;amp;T. and I'm not switching. So I'm getting the Bold. I always liked the Bold and they finished fixing all the glitches so it should be good to go! I can't wait till I get it!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2984693268277817499?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2984693268277817499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2984693268277817499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2984693268277817499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2984693268277817499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-stomach-is-growling.html' title='My stomach is growling'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4609895904558125374</id><published>2010-09-01T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:49:15.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Milk</title><content type='html'>You know how in school, all 12 years, your lunch was accompanied by milk, white or chocolate. I almost always picked chocolate. But anytime I was not at school, I couldn't fathom drinking milk with my meals, &amp;nbsp;I actually would feel disgusted. But then I thought about it and I realized that I was my healthiest during high school. Granted, I had anemia but that wasn't chronic. I had a good weight for my height... is it the milk?? Have I discovered the secret to losing weight???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people, I'm not&amp;nbsp;delusional. I'm pretty aware milk doesn't make you lose weight. I know it helps though so I have incorporated into my daily eating habits, also adding more fruits and veggies. I recommend Horizon Organic Chocolate milk. It's delicious!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4609895904558125374?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4609895904558125374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4609895904558125374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4609895904558125374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4609895904558125374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/chocolate-milk.html' title='Chocolate Milk'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1368409684407764125</id><published>2010-08-23T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:18:54.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>Today I went to my friend's daughter's first day of school. She started Pre-K and was super excited about it. I was excited too but not enough to wake up extra early to go. But my sister&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;wanted to go so I said sure, let's go. It was&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;cute, this little girl was so ready for school with her cute uniform and stockings and shoes, pigtails and all. She had her Dora&amp;nbsp;book bag&amp;nbsp;and her lunch pack ready. She kept telling us "I'm a big girl now, I get to go to school". I have to admit, I felt a little emotional. We've been around her since her birth so seeing her go off to school is like unreal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said the little girl would cry when they left her at school but man, was I wrong. Her mom was the one crying, she was a trooper and tried to hold it in (failing miserably). Her father was so proud of his little one. That's his baby, the miracle child! (They had 2 miscarriages before having her). Her little sister who is only about 1 year old had the most annoyed and indifferent look on her face. She was like "why did you wake me up this early in the morning? It's not like I'm going to school. Give me my milk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl adjusted quickly to her surroundings and started coloring with her new friends. I really wanted to stick around and color with them, kids have it so easy, but I had to be an adult and go to work. I'm glad I went, it reminded me of the many first days of school. I loved school and was always excited to go. I remember wanting to be a teacher and started thinking, why did I change my mind? I never really cared about the money (I do make a lot more then a teacher would) but still, I love teaching and seeing all those kids in the class made me think how awesome teachers are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-1368409684407764125?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1368409684407764125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1368409684407764125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1368409684407764125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1368409684407764125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-903470374112394802</id><published>2010-08-11T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:11:44.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Girls, 1 Bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TGLLYHWR2PI/AAAAAAAAS0o/HYN0kDAYHp8/s1600/My+Photo+Strip+878673861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TGLLYHWR2PI/AAAAAAAAS0o/HYN0kDAYHp8/s320/My+Photo+Strip+878673861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TGLLeNYnrlI/AAAAAAAAS0w/_YeNQsrThRY/s1600/_MG_4702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TGLLeNYnrlI/AAAAAAAAS0w/_YeNQsrThRY/s320/_MG_4702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to Florida last weekend. I could write about how it went but there aren't enough words to describe. It was lots of fun and I miss my TX friends. They are awesome travel companions. But I do want to talk about how we were 13 people in one house and 8 girls shared one bathroom. yes, ONE BATHROOM! The boys had their own bathroom but 8 girls to one bathroom was insane yet it was manageable. We had no drama with the bathroom, sure we had to call in advance who was going to use the bathroom first, but other then that, it was great! We took a million pics so we'll see how we can sort them out and I can post a few here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-903470374112394802?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/903470374112394802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=903470374112394802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/903470374112394802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/903470374112394802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/8-girls-1-bathroom.html' title='8 Girls, 1 Bathroom'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TGLLYHWR2PI/AAAAAAAAS0o/HYN0kDAYHp8/s72-c/My+Photo+Strip+878673861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-585811896864441007</id><published>2010-07-30T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:24:32.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Round-up</title><content type='html'>I really can't think of another name for the Friday weekly update..... hmm, that could be a title. Oh well, let's get down to business, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in NC this past weekend. Twas awesome! 2 bad things though, 1. I slept a total of 8 hours in 3 days. 2. The bartender did NOT know what a b-52 was. I was in disbelief. He ended up giving me a huge shot of grand marnier and kahlua. Can't complain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was also a huge storm/tornado on Sunday and knocked out the power in a lot of places. Didn't work for 2 days. YAY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then another storm on Thursday that knocked out the power at my job thus having early dismissal. GREAT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went shopping for "going out" clothes. ummmmmmmmm, I didn't find anything. What's wrong with the styles now a days?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I seriously heart Nick Jonas and Zac Efron.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-585811896864441007?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/585811896864441007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=585811896864441007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/585811896864441007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/585811896864441007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-round-up_30.html' title='Friday Round-up'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3636362776347065682</id><published>2010-07-23T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:48:44.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friroundup'/><title type='text'>Friday Round-up</title><content type='html'>Another week has come and gone. I really appreciate Fridays. Everyone seems to be in a happier mood just because it's the last day of the working week and you know what that means? WEEKEND IS HERE! I've had an exciting week. Let's see what gems I have to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got new glasses. I had a&amp;nbsp;prescription&amp;nbsp;and never got my new glasses, I was wondering why my glasses were giving me a headache.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really need to tweeze my eyebrows. like ASAP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to NC this weekend! Woop Woop! I hope I can sleep at some point this weekend cause it's going to be jam-packed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, GOING TO FLORIDA!! In about 10 days. I'm soooo super excited and get to meet up with sooo many of my good friends. Love the roadtrips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, I HATE PACKING. I mean, seriously despise it. As in I rather travel and shop for clothes over there. But my&amp;nbsp;economy&amp;nbsp;can't afford that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3636362776347065682?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3636362776347065682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3636362776347065682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3636362776347065682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3636362776347065682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-round-up_23.html' title='Friday Round-up'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4611904746286381438</id><published>2010-07-18T16:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:19:45.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>I normally don't blog on Sundays. It's my fun day and I don't have to run day. (Yes, lyrics to Manic Monday). But I read this morning on WTOPnews.com and there was this cool site that analyzes your writing and tells you what famous author you write like. I'm not a writer. I like to write and express myself through my writing but my grammar and sometimes spelling is horrible. So I was seriously curious to find out who is my writer. I picked one of my recent blog post to submit and&amp;nbsp;this is who I get.... (drumroll please): &lt;a href="http://iwl.me/b/31398c21"&gt;Cory Doctorow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO???????????? So of course i wikipedia'd it. So &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cory_Doctorow"&gt;Cory&lt;/a&gt; is a 39 year old male Canadian science fiction writer. What the.... really??? As I browsed his Wikipedia entry, all I learned was this, he's smart and wears cool glasses. Sweet. I'm ok with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4611904746286381438?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4611904746286381438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4611904746286381438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4611904746286381438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4611904746286381438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s SUNDAY'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2722488899456342184</id><published>2010-07-16T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:21:10.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Round-up</title><content type='html'>In an effort to blog more frequently, I'm adding a new feature, Friday Round-up, (I might change the title later, sounds too rodeo). I will share highlights of the week. Using bullet points! yea yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So the East Coast had an earthquake. I was about 20 miles from the epicenter of it. I have been in an earthquake before, in El Salvador, the one we had today was nothing compared to over there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm planning to do a photoshoot soon.&amp;nbsp;Preferably by the end of this month. Hopefully my laziness doesn't kick in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to &lt;a href="http://www.ulta.com/"&gt;Ulta&lt;/a&gt;, spent wayyy too much money. Beauty supplies are addicting. Trying new products by &lt;a href="http://www.philosophy.com/web/store/shop_10001_-1_10001"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/a&gt;. So far, so good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starbucks in Rockville treats me well. But I swear, they can NEVER spell my name right. My name is pretty traditional. Jessica. But I've gotten all variations of my name, Jessiiccaa, Jeseca, Jesicca, Jrca (yea), &amp;nbsp;my favorite though is Jess'q.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been searching for new music, right now, I think ya'll should check out Sleigh Bells "Crown on the Ground".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2722488899456342184?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2722488899456342184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2722488899456342184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2722488899456342184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2722488899456342184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-round-up.html' title='Friday Round-up'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-798414989518461175</id><published>2010-07-06T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:15:23.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365project'/><title type='text'>Project 365-Update</title><content type='html'>4 Months down, 8 Months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I've actually committed to this project for 4 months. Last time I tried, it lasted 5 days. Believe me, this is a triumph, ask anyone. My sister especially, she calls me flaky all the time. (I'm a serious indecisive person when it comes to minor details, i.e. what to eat for lunch?) But I'm very proud of lasting this long. No no, I'm not quitting, but I hit a roadblock. I really feel like I have NOTHING to take a picture of. I mean, how many times do I want a picture of the sky? I love clouds but unless they are in shapes of animals or objects, I really won't be that impressed anymore. Another downside is that 3 out of 7 days of the week, I'm inside work ALL DAY.9-6ish. So at the end of the day, I really don't want to take a picture of anything. So that's when you'll see a picture of my wall at home or grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to thank all those that have appeared in my photos. They let me photograph them all the time. Ideally, I'd like to get the majority of my friends on camera. I have 8 months, I think it can be accomplished. Thanks for the support and the interest, it does keep me motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the pictures:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdizzlepics/sets/"&gt;Jessica's 365 Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-798414989518461175?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/798414989518461175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=798414989518461175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/798414989518461175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/798414989518461175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/project-365-update.html' title='Project 365-Update'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4831703165692552431</id><published>2010-07-03T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:21:15.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Malena</title><content type='html'>It's been a roller coaster of a week. I honestly don't remember what happened Sunday-Tuesday, but Wednesday morning I heard the most heartbreaking news ever. "Malena died". Malena is my maternal grandmother, the only grandparent I had left. My paternal grandmother died 11 years ago in August. Both my grandfathers died when I was a toddler. I met one of them but I don't remember. I really loved both my grandmothers very much but I grew closer to Malena because she would come visit USA more often and we would spend summers with her when I was growing up. Malena was a child at heart, she loved all her kids and grand kids, great grand kids, great great grand kids (yea, our family reproduces like none other). My mom and other cousins spoke of her fondly always. They always talked about how she provided for everyone, no matter what. She was very near and dear to their hearts. And mine also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one year my sister and I went alone to El Salvador, it was sooo much fun! She took us to a wedding, I was about 9 years old, and she let me and my older cousins stay at the wedding til 4 am!!! That was awesome. Another time was when I was outside my aunt's house talking with one of my cousins, Raquel, and we were eating &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mamoncillo"&gt;mamones&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I got the seed stuck in my throat, Raquel just looked at me and was like OMGGG, so I ran inside the house and looked for Malena and she was like what's wrong?? and I pointed to my throat and she stuck her finger inside my mouth and took out the mamon in a second, I don't even know how she did it. Then she stuck a piece of bread in my mouth. I was like why???? She said so it wouldn't hurt so I just ate the bread not understanding why I needed it. She knew best. Another time I went to El Salvador, I had a cast on and my mom sent specific instructions to my grandmother to take me to the doctors so they can take off the cast in 2 parts. The first time we went the doctors took off half the cast with this tiny saw they had, and my grandmother just looked at them to see how it was done. You know why? Because when I had to take off the entire cast, we did not visit the doctor, she was like no need, waste of time and money, we can do it at home. AT HOME?!?!?!? Um, how? She had some construction people over the house and called over one of the guys and said hey, bring your saw. I WAS TERRIFIED. I cried and was like noooo, take me to the doctors and my grandmother is like stop being a baby, it's not going&amp;nbsp;to hurt you. I ask the construction guy, do you know when to stop? He said yea, when I see red. AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! But of course, he was joking and they cut off my cast, I was still the drama queen and cried the entire time but it was fine, it didn't hurt, they gave me ice cream afterwards and I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of stories of when I was younger and I spent time with my grandmother, but as an adult, the times I spent were very few and far in between. I talked to her on the phone every once in a while. I didn't travel to El Salvador much, in fact, last time I went (which is the last time I saw her) was in 2006 I believe. I had a feeling she knew that would&amp;nbsp;be the last time I saw her because the morning we were leaving to come back home, she was across the room, we had made this huge circle because someone was going to pray for a safe return and of all my cousins and aunts and uncles, she came and stood next to me and held my hand. I couldn't help but cry and asked her why? She said, I know you don't come often, this may be the last time I see you. She told me she loved me and to take care of my mom and sister. I just cried and cried. I hated when she talked about death. But she was so calm about it, she was like I lived a wonderful life, I have so many people that love me. It's true, she does have soooo many people that loved her and appreciated her soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel guilty for not having gone recently to see her. It was some weird peace feeling I had, I spoke to her a couple a weeks ago and we laughed and joked around about a lot of things. We were both content with the relationship we had. I loved the fact that she always defended me when I had arguments with my mother. But she always said, take care of her. I really need to do that now. My mom is the youngest of her siblings and the one that everyone goes to for EVERYTHING. My grandmother always said that my mom was one of the best daughters, I saw it too, my mom doted on my grandmother so much. I'm so glad my mom had the chance to talk to her the night before she passed. I heard them on the phone laughing and carrying on and my mom told us she said hi. I just never expected that a few hours later she would say Malena died. I'm still in disbelief. I don't think it'll hit me until I go over there and see&amp;nbsp;that she's not there. But I have wonderful memories that I will continue to reminisce about. Can't wait to see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4831703165692552431?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4831703165692552431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4831703165692552431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4831703165692552431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4831703165692552431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/malena.html' title='Malena'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-5860487218808957085</id><published>2010-06-24T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:12:56.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bathroom story!</title><content type='html'>You never know when inspiration to write something is going to strike. It is the end of the work day and I had to go use the ladies room, since it is already after hours, I needed to take my key. So I walk in the ladies room thinking, what was that dream I had last night? Ohh yea, a new phone. Then I said, I am going to blog about it. Then I'm on the toilet and realize, after I already sat down,&amp;nbsp;that there was no toilet paper in my stall. SERIOUSLY? We are an office building, there should be toilet paper in all the stalls at all times. How do you run out of toilet paper? Highly upset and looking for ways to improvise, I see that I'm alone. So I just move to the other stall. It was hard to lock the door, I don't know why, but I was like ok, I can continue and I have toilet paper. I don't know about you all but I can sit on a toilet for a long time. It is my personal alone time. Like literally, no one interrupts me or would care to do so. Anyways, I'm done, and I was going to open the door and the door wouldn't unlock. I kept trying and it just didn't unlock. I said ok really, how the heck am I going to get out of here???? I had to drop kick the door. It felt good, I had frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. My phone dream: I got a new phone and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. I washed my hands after the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-5860487218808957085?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5860487218808957085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=5860487218808957085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5860487218808957085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5860487218808957085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/bathroom-story.html' title='A bathroom story!'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3306483819050400754</id><published>2010-06-22T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:00:02.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salma Hayek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's all take a minute and admit that we are insanely jealous of this woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TCEkEmoBH3I/AAAAAAAAQJQ/FDZ7SPLVQmo/s1600/SalmaHayek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TCEkEmoBH3I/AAAAAAAAQJQ/FDZ7SPLVQmo/s640/SalmaHayek.jpg" width="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go ahead with your bad self Salma!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3306483819050400754?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3306483819050400754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3306483819050400754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3306483819050400754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3306483819050400754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/salma-hayek.html' title='Salma Hayek'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TCEkEmoBH3I/AAAAAAAAQJQ/FDZ7SPLVQmo/s72-c/SalmaHayek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-496888599395524422</id><published>2010-06-13T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:15:24.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years ago....</title><content type='html'>It has been 10 years since I graduated high school. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_Point_High_School"&gt;High Point High School&lt;/a&gt; to be exact. I can't believe it's been 10 years. I remember like it was yesterday, worrying about finals, discovering that finals really didn't matter especially since I was already enrolled in the summer session at UMD, feeling a sense of freedom because not only was I done with my public school career, I had my driver's license and a car! Wow, I still remember having that feeling, it was one of those "here I come world, and I'm unstoppable". Boy, was I naive. I'm thinking adulthood would beat the pants off of teenager life but NO. Absolutely not. Sure, there are a lot of advantages of being an adult but in all honesty, I'd trade that in a second so I could relive my teenage years again. I had so much energy, I was so full of life, I was thin! Now, 70 lbs later... I can't believe I let myself get this way. I hate working, I really would just love to be in school and learn new things. That'd be the best thing ever. So all you teenagers out there complaining about life and saying you hate it and all these other negative things, just you wait. Adulthood will be there waiting to suck the life of you carefree existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-496888599395524422?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/496888599395524422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=496888599395524422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/496888599395524422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/496888599395524422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-years-ago.html' title='10 years ago....'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2808975752561473634</id><published>2010-06-04T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:55:58.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying times</title><content type='html'>We are done with half of 2010. I. CAN. NOT. BELIEVE. I've done nothing&amp;nbsp;out of the ordinary. But I want to make a list. Yes, I love my bullet points and I want to use them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't send me an email with the subject line: "Meeting requested". You know what my reply is? Your request is understood and &lt;a href="http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-request-was-understood-and-denied.html"&gt;denied&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boss man: Stop hyperventilating over 30 non-sequential documents. It's NOT a big deal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like gifts. A lot. I was about to ask for one just now but realized that I was just given a gift. It's ok, I would like another. No reason necessary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going back to 2006, Pharrell put out an album that no one really played. He did release this Gwen Stefani collabo as a single, but if you would have used the one with Snoop instead, I guarantee it would have sold a lot more!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My life is super busy. I want to hang out with a lot of my friends but sometimes it's just not possible. I hope no one gets offended. Cherish the moments we do share even though they are far and few between.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That previous points makes me sound all important. I'm not, I'm just really busy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like when someone jokingly sings to me. But I don't like to be put on the spot using song. Future boyfriend, don't you dare come to my house with a mariachi or something. I will ignore you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dear Summer: May you be pleasant, may you be humid-less, may you treat me to good times at the beach. Also Sun, don't burn me, that's not nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dear Ballys: I want to go visit, I really do, I want to go everyday! But my body is not reacting well to the 6am wake up time. But I'll force myself. I have to, this fat is beyond unbelievable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Final Thought for today: Mike and Leslie are coming! YAY!!!!!! I expect good times and lots of laughter for the next week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2808975752561473634?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2808975752561473634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2808975752561473634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2808975752561473634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2808975752561473634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/flying-times.html' title='Flying times'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3201357892431266040</id><published>2010-05-26T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:23:15.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit 'em up style</title><content type='html'>So this morning I woke up thinking "I haven't blogged in a while". I know. Why am I waking up with that thought in my head? I should really be thinking about other things that are far more a priority in my life then blogging. I love blogging but there are things in my life that I need to take care of and take priority over blogging. So here are random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;(Sidenote: I LOVE using bullets, I was looking over at my past posts, I use them a lot, I like them so there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assembly and Convention coming up. CAN'T WAIT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting my hair done today. TODAY! Can you feel my excitement? No? Ok, maybe the following picture will help you get into my mood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S_01UFA-zfI/AAAAAAAAOiM/JiG_kLbCJLg/s1600/Excitement4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S_01UFA-zfI/AAAAAAAAOiM/JiG_kLbCJLg/s320/Excitement4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a new PC at work. Can I tell you how awesome that is???? I mean, I had an ancient, ANCIENT PC!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to hang out with one of my fave buddies today! Yay! I rarely just hang out with people anymore, it'll remind me of my younger youth time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How about I haven't renewed my passport yet? OMG! Really, if something happens in El Salvador, I'm screwed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have totally been up-to-date with my 365 photo project. I'm so proud. I've thought of giving up at least once a week. But looking at other people's photos keeps me motivated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soooo yea, I'm going back to the gym. I know, I've been going "back" for the last several months. But for real, the summer is coming, this fat is not helpful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want cute shoes. Wait, I have cute shoes, I need a pedicure so I can wear cute shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to go shopping, so bad. As in I have a ton of winter clothes and I take out my spring/summer clothes, nothing fits and/or outdated fashion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living with a menopausal mother. O.M.G.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate blogger formatting with a passion. Why does it take me an hour to format a post that only took me like 15 minutes to type up?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick Jonas is sooooooooooooooooooooooo cute. SOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE! I know he's still underage, but still. Those curls! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you watched the show Parenthood? Please do so. Awesome show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To end this awesome bulleted list, here are some of my favorite Tracy Jordan quotes:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no link between diabetes and diet. That's a white myth, Ken; like Larry Bird or Colorado.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is UNTOWARD. This is not toward.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's go shopping. To the batmobile!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't read! I sign my name with an X! I once tried to make mashed potatoes with laundry detergent. I think I voted for Nader! NADER!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where are the french fries I did not ask for? You guys need to anticipate me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is this, Horseville? Cuz I'm surrounded by naysayers. Wordplay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3201357892431266040?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3201357892431266040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3201357892431266040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3201357892431266040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3201357892431266040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/hit-em-up-style.html' title='Hit &apos;em up style'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S_01UFA-zfI/AAAAAAAAOiM/JiG_kLbCJLg/s72-c/Excitement4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1858138304018655331</id><published>2010-05-06T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:02:54.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Aguilera</title><content type='html'>UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about Christina Aguilera. I love/hate her. Why is she so trampy?? and slutty? That girl has such a wonderful voice, it is in fact one of the best voices out there but she chooses to be so dirty. Not necessary. I refuse to watch any of her trashy videos because of this stupid persona she has. I hate that she has great songs but messes them up by being over the top slutty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-1858138304018655331?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1858138304018655331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1858138304018655331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1858138304018655331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1858138304018655331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/christina-aguilera.html' title='Christina Aguilera'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-690423432595871262</id><published>2010-05-04T10:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:58:54.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>The Met Gala 2010</title><content type='html'>It's that time again!!! I love fashion. Especially on others. So whenever the Met Gala rolls around, I get soooo excited to see the pics. Here are the ones that stood out to me this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzVBkn0NI/AAAAAAAAN6U/pgCe3yg60qo/s1600/JLoMet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzVBkn0NI/AAAAAAAAN6U/pgCe3yg60qo/s320/JLoMet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Let's talk about how JLo completely redeemed herself from her&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/jlo-fashion-fail.html"&gt;Back-Up Plan disaster&lt;/a&gt;. Love her dress. I have seen that dress before... I can't pinpoint where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzVBkn0NI/AAAAAAAAN6U/pgCe3yg60qo/s1600/JLoMet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzD80vpqI/AAAAAAAAN5s/IuT1auksME0/s1600/emma-watsonmet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzD80vpqI/AAAAAAAAN5s/IuT1auksME0/s320/emma-watsonmet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we have Emma Watson in Burberry. Such a cutie. Love her style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzD80vpqI/AAAAAAAAN5s/IuT1auksME0/s1600/emma-watsonmet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzJhAJtYI/AAAAAAAAN50/6ioEgYjR6XU/s1600/rachel-weiszmet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzJhAJtYI/AAAAAAAAN50/6ioEgYjR6XU/s320/rachel-weiszmet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Rachel Weisz in her hot pink dress. Love that color, it's so vibrant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzJhAJtYI/AAAAAAAAN50/6ioEgYjR6XU/s1600/rachel-weiszmet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzNMUJHhI/AAAAAAAAN58/sMMyIx_pncs/s1600/bradygissellemet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzNMUJHhI/AAAAAAAAN58/sMMyIx_pncs/s320/bradygissellemet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tom and Gisselle. Ugh. They annoy me. I don't know why, but they do. Gisselle looks like she's wearing a dress that JLo would wear. Can't hate on her though, she is rocking the dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzNMUJHhI/AAAAAAAAN58/sMMyIx_pncs/s1600/bradygissellemet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzQAX0o-I/AAAAAAAAN6E/4HUs3j38zHg/s1600/blakelivelymet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzQAX0o-I/AAAAAAAAN6E/4HUs3j38zHg/s320/blakelivelymet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fave dress of the evening: Blake Lively in Marchesa.&amp;nbsp;ABSOLUTELY&amp;nbsp;LOVE IT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzQAX0o-I/AAAAAAAAN6E/4HUs3j38zHg/s1600/blakelivelymet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzSqDN57I/AAAAAAAAN6M/X_F4khzvJRY/s1600/jbielJTmet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzSqDN57I/AAAAAAAAN6M/X_F4khzvJRY/s320/jbielJTmet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, J.Biel (who now I want to call SnoMo Biel) and J.Timberlake. Um, I don't know what to say. They look ok, I really thought they looked better &lt;a href="http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/met-gala-anne-hathaway.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-690423432595871262?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/690423432595871262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=690423432595871262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/690423432595871262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/690423432595871262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/met-gala-2010.html' title='The Met Gala 2010'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S-AzVBkn0NI/AAAAAAAAN6U/pgCe3yg60qo/s72-c/JLoMet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-459585890715014506</id><published>2010-05-03T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:30:12.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you Starbucks.</title><content type='html'>So this past week and weekend were pretty awesome. I got to do a lot of things and managed to see some old friends and meet new friends. Always a good time with them. I also am sad because it is hard to schedule time to just talk on the phone with certain friends. Darn you distance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, random thoughts and observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was given a purple piece of chocolate. I thought it was soap at first but then they told me it was chocolate. Felt weird eating it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have a magnet listing the 2005 Ravens schedule. 1. I'm not a Ravens fan and 2. 2005? That's so 5 years ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am currently experiencing a major&amp;nbsp;caffeine&amp;nbsp;headache. I thought coffee was supposed to help me not hurt me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fave song at the moment: BOB-Nothing on you. Especially the part when it says: whether a bus or a plane or a car or a train.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gotta renew my passport.&amp;nbsp;Procrastination, you win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-459585890715014506?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/459585890715014506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=459585890715014506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/459585890715014506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/459585890715014506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-you-starbucks.html' title='I hate you Starbucks.'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2083385966428152436</id><published>2010-04-29T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:32:06.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My frivolous side</title><content type='html'>I love shopping. I really do. If I had an abundance of money, I would shop all the time. And yes, I'd share, I would shop for others too. Telling other people what to wear, LOVE IT. I was watching the beginning of &lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/gene-simmons-family-jewels/"&gt;Family Jewels&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Shannon (Gene's wife) was talking about how all she did was shop. I kept thinking to myself, man, that has to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: My hair today is so mufasa like today. It is a bush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2083385966428152436?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2083385966428152436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2083385966428152436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2083385966428152436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2083385966428152436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-frivolous-side.html' title='My frivolous side'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-5157996346160002999</id><published>2010-04-29T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:34:54.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>JLo Fashion Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S9neVOdoE7I/AAAAAAAAN34/7CItJfSZQ3I/s1600/jlox-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S9neVOdoE7I/AAAAAAAAN34/7CItJfSZQ3I/s640/jlox-large.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So earlier this week I was gonna write about how much I heart JLo's fashion sense. I really do, I saw a picture of her somewhere and she was wearing this hot dress and her hair was all cute and what not... but then I see the picture from above. Que paso? Why does her dress look like a trash bag with a zipper on the side? And her hair???? Marge Simpson wannabe. Not cute at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-5157996346160002999?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5157996346160002999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=5157996346160002999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5157996346160002999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5157996346160002999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/jlo-fashion-fail.html' title='JLo Fashion Fail'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S9neVOdoE7I/AAAAAAAAN34/7CItJfSZQ3I/s72-c/jlox-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2800817448943504184</id><published>2010-04-26T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:12:32.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons in Basketball</title><content type='html'>I've been re-learning how to play basketball these past couple of weeks (shout out to John, Pedro and Rut). I think I'm not all that great but eventually I'll get to be able to play decently. One thing I'll tell you is that you run out of breath so fast! Well, I do. I'm like dying after 5 minutes in to a game. I want to drink an entire water bottle in one gulp, but that's bad, that will mess you up. Here are a few pointers/reminders you want to keep in mind when playing basketball:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do NOT wear jeans. I learned that one of the first times I played basketball. I was hot and uncomfortable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink water, but pace yourself. Take a sip, not an entire bottle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When guarding a person, do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, smack their face with a basketball, nor do you scratch them up. Also, elbowing someone in the boobs is prohibited and painful. This is not supposed to be a violent game. (I'm talking to you Rut!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put you AAS into it. Aim, Arc and Snap. (I have to credit Pedro for this one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, have fun. It is not all about winning, it is about how good of a game you play. Unless you are John and automatically win at every sporting activity we ever do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2800817448943504184?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2800817448943504184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2800817448943504184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2800817448943504184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2800817448943504184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/lessons-in-basketball.html' title='Lessons in Basketball'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-6010245294171912775</id><published>2010-04-15T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:31:20.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know all of you are dying to find out what is going on in my life. I know that you ask yourself everyday, every moment in your life... (I really wish someone would create a sarcastic font). So here are a couple of things that have happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dyed my hair. This is not a big deal especially since it looks EXACTLY the same before I did it but I can see the difference, I needed my roots to be dark brown, not black. My stylist understands me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm actually keeping up with my photoblog! I didn't post pictures last week but this Sunday I should have 2 weeks full of pics so I'll be posting that link soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom is in El Salvador. My grandma is very sick and she's been taking care of her. I am planning to be visiting her in the near future (as in the next couple of weeks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We cut all of Zoe's hair off. She looks ADORBZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S8c8xbMSTaI/AAAAAAAANd0/rB8AOFB36gY/s1600/IMG00832-20100415-0743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S8c8xbMSTaI/AAAAAAAANd0/rB8AOFB36gY/s320/IMG00832-20100415-0743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I downloaded some spanish music on my iPod so now my iPod has about 150 spanish songs. vs the 2000 english songs I have. Yea.... I'm a horrible hispanic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally went to the Cherry Blossom Festival. I have lived in DC area all my life and have never been. It was ok, nothing exciting to report.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My allergies/sinuses issues have been kicking my butt recently so I'm not appreciating this new thing in my life. Fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am now addicted to cupcakes from &lt;a href="http://www.cakedreamsmd.com/Welcome.html"&gt;CakeDreams&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm currently no. 4 in my Fantasy Baseball League. This is despite of not knowing anything about baseball and not paying attention to my team. In your face Mike! (he's no.10 out of 12)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-6010245294171912775?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6010245294171912775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=6010245294171912775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6010245294171912775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6010245294171912775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S8c8xbMSTaI/AAAAAAAANd0/rB8AOFB36gY/s72-c/IMG00832-20100415-0743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1411172241827560625</id><published>2010-04-07T00:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:27:07.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really liking this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="flashObj" width="300" height="225" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10172910001?isVid=1&amp;publisherID=59121" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=74670200001&amp;playerID=10172910001&amp;domain=embed&amp;" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10172910001?isVid=1&amp;publisherID=59121" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=74670200001&amp;playerID=10172910001&amp;domain=embed&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="300" height="225" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christina is back! WOOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-1411172241827560625?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1411172241827560625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1411172241827560625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1411172241827560625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1411172241827560625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-liking-this-song.html' title='I&amp;#39;m really liking this song'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-6408380690344089793</id><published>2010-03-29T14:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:17:28.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Priscilla the Great</title><content type='html'>Priscilla strikes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://priscillathegreat.com/Prissy-Fit/"&gt;http://priscillathegreat.com/prissy-fit/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her blog so you can keep updated with her life and any new developments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-6408380690344089793?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6408380690344089793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=6408380690344089793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6408380690344089793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6408380690344089793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/priscilla-great.html' title='Priscilla the Great'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1655639101764378909</id><published>2010-03-18T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:49:57.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimental Trial</title><content type='html'>I've been told I'm addicted to technology. I don't refute that allegation. But I also think that I can live with out technology for a period of time. (Hello, when I go to El Salvador, I have nothing). So this morning I had to go to Kinkos for a few projects and decided to leave my phone in the car, I knew I wasn't going to be at Kinkos long so I said I can live with out my phone for a little bit. I take my books to get bounded and wondered what I would do while I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kinkos I went to is small (Shout out to Felisha cause she's the bomb). There isn't much to see there, so I start browsing the store. It had the usual paper, supplies, Fed-Ex materials for shipping, PCs, and then I said ok, it has been what 20 minutes already since I got here? NO, FIVE minutes had elapsed. You have got to be kidding me. I started to feel a little anxious. I kept thinking, what if someone calls me? I need my phone! But then I said NO, I have to wait. I can keep myself occupied. Then I noticed the greeting cards section. Jackpot! Um, no, not jackpot. They were the lamest cards in existence. At this point, I really really wanted my phone. Or my iPod. I didn't care, I need some distraction. But again, I said no, I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went right along to the self-help books. "What color is your parachute?" I said green and lost interest in the book&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;without even opening it. "Windows Vista for Dummies" It really is for dummies because I skimmed through it all and I knew everything already. "How to make friends and keep them" REALLY???? Ok by this time I was sure an hour had gone by. I was absolutely,&amp;nbsp;positively, 1000% sure, err wait, 15 minutes!?!?!?!?!? WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! I started hyperventilating. I desperately needed my phone. I was about to walk out the door and then Felisha told me everything was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo I did it! I spent a whole 20 minutes without my phone near me. Never again. Unless absolutely necessary, and I know that is not going to happen anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-1655639101764378909?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1655639101764378909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1655639101764378909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1655639101764378909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1655639101764378909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/experimental-trial.html' title='Experimental Trial'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1693430198865314305</id><published>2010-03-16T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:12:21.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So as I was sitting at my desk today, I was thinking about all the things I want. Since I'm materialistic, the things I want are usually pretty pricey and hard to get. Some of these items I will be getting, others, well, a girl can dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Jennifer Aniston's Scarf&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this scarf! How cute is this??? I also like her jacket too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_j2C3XgYI/AAAAAAAANRE/HTckuKoB3pA/s1600-h/janistonscarf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_j2C3XgYI/AAAAAAAANRE/HTckuKoB3pA/s320/janistonscarf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Michael Stars Multicolored scarf&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this in a Bloomingdales catalog. I love scarves and wear them year-round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_j2C3XgYI/AAAAAAAANRE/HTckuKoB3pA/s1600-h/janistonscarf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jz4o9bzI/AAAAAAAANQ8/T4CqiEM9Cbk/s1600-h/michaelstarsscarf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jz4o9bzI/AAAAAAAANQ8/T4CqiEM9Cbk/s320/michaelstarsscarf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Kim Kardashian's make-up skills/artist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her make-up is flawless everytime I see her. That takes some dedication. I need that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jxtrnX7I/AAAAAAAANQ0/b4pQynmJQzs/s1600-h/KimK3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jxtrnX7I/AAAAAAAANQ0/b4pQynmJQzs/s320/KimK3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Michael Kors Sunglasses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are purple. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jtenc5pI/AAAAAAAANQs/WYtjwZknHXM/s1600-h/PurpleMichaelKorsGlasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jtenc5pI/AAAAAAAANQs/WYtjwZknHXM/s320/PurpleMichaelKorsGlasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Beyonce's Diva Glasses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I know you can't see out of them, but they are hot and I want a pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jpOU5WTI/AAAAAAAANQk/Z1qSzcveRfI/s1600-h/beyonceglassesdiva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jpOU5WTI/AAAAAAAANQk/Z1qSzcveRfI/s320/beyonceglassesdiva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Jimmy Choo pumps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, really, how can I go without some hot red patent heels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jmg6v6PI/AAAAAAAANQc/VWvgPnQYurQ/s1600-h/030810-jimmy-choo-400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jmg6v6PI/AAAAAAAANQc/VWvgPnQYurQ/s320/030810-jimmy-choo-400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Reese's shoes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon wore these for a premiere, I can't remember the brand but they are soooooo cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jlL0fkxI/AAAAAAAANQU/dErSpesZ620/s1600-h/grey-yellow+shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jlL0fkxI/AAAAAAAANQU/dErSpesZ620/s320/grey-yellow+shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. LV Bag (Speedy 30)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will be getting it this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jiGfYI1I/AAAAAAAANQM/yBd7OZI9Bng/s1600-h/Louis+Vuitton+Speedy+30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jiGfYI1I/AAAAAAAANQM/yBd7OZI9Bng/s320/Louis+Vuitton+Speedy+30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Christina Aguilera's Closet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this in a magazine and immediately thought, I want this closet! minus the kid of course. He's a cutie though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jg35VA1I/AAAAAAAANQE/mooNZKcIvnk/s1600-h/christina-agulera-closet-1024x897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jg35VA1I/AAAAAAAANQE/mooNZKcIvnk/s320/christina-agulera-closet-1024x897.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. Ryan Reynolds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jeNkpfkI/AAAAAAAANP8/1acfqUoaMe8/s1600-h/ryan-reynolds-2010-oscars-red-carpet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_jeNkpfkI/AAAAAAAANP8/1acfqUoaMe8/s320/ryan-reynolds-2010-oscars-red-carpet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/8329627845237453103-1693430198865314305?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1693430198865314305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1693430198865314305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1693430198865314305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1693430198865314305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-things.html' title='10 Things'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5_j2C3XgYI/AAAAAAAANRE/HTckuKoB3pA/s72-c/janistonscarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4999016812772413742</id><published>2010-03-11T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:58:31.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 2: Photoblog</title><content type='html'>Ok guys! I'm really going to try to do this! I can't upload every day, or every week, but I'm going to do the 365 Photoblog. We'll see how it goes. Here is the Start: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdizzlepics/sets/72157623475760619/"&gt;PHOTOBLOG 365&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in doing this, you can check out this &lt;a href="http://content.photojojo.com/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/"&gt;SITE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4999016812772413742?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4999016812772413742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4999016812772413742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4999016812772413742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4999016812772413742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-2-photoblog.html' title='Take 2: Photoblog'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4796079931941336346</id><published>2010-03-11T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:32:18.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like... LOL</title><content type='html'>I saw this Ke$ha video, the one she has for that song called "Blah blah blah" (I know) and I was so irritated with it. Not only is the song utterly stupid, but you can't understand a word that is coming out of her mouth. Why isn't she coherent? What is wrong with this child? That got me thinking about my own issues and how I speak and write and I realized I may be annoying other people with my over use of the word "like" and "LOL".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what annoys me more, my overusage of the word "like" or the shorthand "LOL"? Both are probably equally the same. I want to stop, I really do. I'm not a valley girl nor am I 12 years of age. I have to find a way to stop it. I need a refresher on grammar and writing. I should probably read my "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Woe-Grammarphobes-Guide-Better-English/dp/1573226254"&gt;Woe is I&lt;/a&gt;" book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4796079931941336346?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4796079931941336346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4796079931941336346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4796079931941336346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4796079931941336346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-lol.html' title='Like... LOL'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-6948651075092370855</id><published>2010-03-09T12:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:37:04.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You should know how to spell by the time you're in 6th Grade</title><content type='html'>My sister works at an elementary school and during recess, she was monitoring some children in the 6th grade. Apparently they acted up really badly that day. So the teacher had them write apology notes to her for acting up. Most of them said the same thing "I'm sorry we made so much noise" "We will behave better next time" "I'm sorry" "Please accept our apology for our bad behavior" etc. But one note stood out from the bunch. It should say "I'm sorry about the noise Ms. Pena, it won't happen again" Instead she gets this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5aG6bNXAHI/AAAAAAAANMg/gRiXhMPvSRA/s1600-h/IMG00726-20100309-0908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5aG6bNXAHI/AAAAAAAANMg/gRiXhMPvSRA/s400/IMG00726-20100309-0908.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the product of a PG County 6th grader. Terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-6948651075092370855?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6948651075092370855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=6948651075092370855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6948651075092370855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6948651075092370855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-should-know-how-to-spell-by-time.html' title='You should know how to spell by the time you&apos;re in 6th Grade'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S5aG6bNXAHI/AAAAAAAANMg/gRiXhMPvSRA/s72-c/IMG00726-20100309-0908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-6142666352940246832</id><published>2010-03-01T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:16:24.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Try and try again</title><content type='html'>Yes, guess what I'm going to try again??? 365 Photoblog! Yes, I tried once back in July and &lt;a href="http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/photoblog-fail.html"&gt;FAIL&lt;/a&gt;! So since the first of the month starts Monday and any good project starts on Monday, I decided to start again. Especially since my camera is fully functioning again. I had all kinds of issues but its back and will be in action! I have a feeling that a lot of pictures will be of food. I love food and sometimes my food looks so pretty! But I will try to take pictures of different things too. We'll see. Hopefully I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-6142666352940246832?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6142666352940246832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=6142666352940246832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6142666352940246832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/6142666352940246832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/try-and-try-again.html' title='Try and try again'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2037692710221149647</id><published>2010-02-26T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:50:16.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the best out of a bad situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Everyone and their mamas and papas know about the Toyota Recall. I've been a Toyota customer since I was 18. My father bought my first Toyota, a 2001 Toyota Corolla, Red, S-type, black interior, awesome steering wheel. I hated the color red for a car. I think it wasn't until about 2 years ago that I made peace with having a red car. Other then that, I loved my car. It was brand spanking new when I first got it and me and that car have had awesome experiences and not so great ones either (a bus collision, on the way to a funeral collision, ran into an ATM...etc) and also made some poor and stupid decisions with and in the car. I also had a chocolate stain on my seat and I could never get it out. But regardless of it all, LOVED my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;That's right &lt;i&gt;LOVED. &lt;/i&gt;I no longer have the car. I had a massive car accident in December that totaled my car. (I'm ok, I didn't get hurt physically) Not only was I hit with one car, I was hit by 2 cars! The first car spun me around and basically killed my car (the quarter panel and back&amp;nbsp;axle&amp;nbsp;and the tire was destroyed), then about 3 hours later, while I waited for a tow truck, probably the coldest day in DC to date, another car ran into the front. I just looked on in disbelief. I had no words and I didn't even want to see the driver that hit me. There was a cop that was with me at the time and said to me "Don't even worry about it, I'll get the info from the driver, don't even get out of the car" I really couldn't move. And then finally I cried. I didn't cry the first time cause I was just glad I didn't get hurt and I figured I'd cry later or something. But really, it was unnecessary. Then the only thing that came to mind afterwards was this episode on Scrubs, I think its in the 5th or 6th season when JD goes to a store on his scooter, Sasha, and there was a robber coming out of the store, cops were after him and he had a choice to hide either behind the scooter or behind a brick wall. Obviously the brick wall was the right choice but for comedic purposes, the robber hid behind Sasha. The cops just started shooting up Sasha. JD was upset! The robber decides to surrender, the cops get him and continue to shoot Sasha. Then JD says "Stop shooting, she's already hurt!" That's exactly how I felt, my car was already hurt. Then to top it all off, the cop give me a ticket for the first accident. (Technically it was my fault even though I got hit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I really was a hot mess for about a month after. I had to wait around and see what I was going to do about my car&amp;nbsp;situation, I was given a Dodge Charger as a rental (hated it) and then my insurance gave me some money and I had to buy a new car. I've never ever bought anything that big by myself or in my name. I have nothing in my name, not even my cell phone which I've had for over 7 years... Of course, I rely on my father for these things. Unfortunately my father was in El Salvador on vacation and I had to deal with this on my own. Um, really??? I don't know the first thing about car buying. What is APR? I know, that is so naive of me especially being the age that I am. But seriously, I hate dealing with those things. I'm ok if someone else wants to do them for me. I dreaded the process and didn't want to look for cars, I wanted MY car back. I didn't care that it was old or the automatic windows didn't work anymore. I loved that car and wanted it back so that mentality really wasn't helping the process for picking a new car. I then decided to get the new version of my car. Except in another color. I picked an electric blue color. It's awesome. I went to the dealer and wam bam, purchased the car. Rolled out of the dealer with out a care in the world........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Only to find out a week later, Toyota was in some hot water for some safety issues and had this MASSIVE recall. SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!??!?! I did not want to be riding around in a deathtrap. I acted like I was ok with it, which in fact, I really was ok, but deep down inside, I was MORTIFIED. I heard about all those fatal accidents. One of the stories hit close to home and shook me up a bit. So I was glad when my dealer called to schedule my appointment for the recall. I went yesterday and spent the day with a good friend, we shopped, we lunched, we laughed, we were heartbroken together because of news we heard later in the day (nothing serious, but talk about a broken heart). It was an awesome day. It was great getting out of the same routine and just go out and relax. My car was fixed and now I feel a little safer driving around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;When I reflect on everything that happened, I always say it could have been worse. So I'm just really glad I am able to even talk about it now. And I thank everyone that was there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2037692710221149647?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2037692710221149647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2037692710221149647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2037692710221149647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2037692710221149647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-best-out-of-bad-situation.html' title='Making the best out of a bad situation'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-5481344142286821621</id><published>2010-02-18T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:42:38.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still together.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S33CH_FUkRI/AAAAAAAAMkg/DhD_kANV_h0/s1600-h/293.biel.timberlake.lc.021810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S33CH_FUkRI/AAAAAAAAMkg/DhD_kANV_h0/s320/293.biel.timberlake.lc.021810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ok, how cute are they?!?!?! I want Jessica's hat and man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-5481344142286821621?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5481344142286821621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=5481344142286821621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5481344142286821621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5481344142286821621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-together.html' title='Still together.....'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S33CH_FUkRI/AAAAAAAAMkg/DhD_kANV_h0/s72-c/293.biel.timberlake.lc.021810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2736071274961023280</id><published>2010-02-18T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:08:47.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Message</title><content type='html'>"I noticed there is a recall for you car"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding Sherlock. Anyone with 2 ears know that there's a recall for my car but yet that is what the lady from Toyota said to me in a message. I don't know how I feel about this recall yet. I think I went through all &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%BCbler-Ross_model"&gt;5 stages of grief&lt;/a&gt;. I just want them to fix my car and put all this behind me. I also want my Maryland tags, I'm tired of my temp VA tags. Booo Virginia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2736071274961023280?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2736071274961023280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2736071274961023280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2736071274961023280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2736071274961023280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/stupid-message.html' title='Stupid Message'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-7540414185574681720</id><published>2010-02-17T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:42:06.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Stars</title><content type='html'>As I was looking for a haircut online today, I was noticing how many pop stars I really despise. (I know, I always get distracted from my original task)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lady Gaga- I love her voice, she has a lot of talent. I&amp;nbsp;boogy&amp;nbsp;to video phone but I swear, her persona is so ridiculous and makes me change the channel on the tv or flip the page in a magazine when I see her anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Justin Bieber- Again, the little boy can sing well, for a 15 year old. But soooo ANNOYING! Everytime I hear someone interviewing he's saying something about some girl crush. Yes, little boy, we know you like the older chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rihanna- I know I am probably in the minority category for this but that whole debacle with her and Chris Brown, I really think she had some fault. (And no, I do not think that gives the right for Chris Brown or for anybody to hit someone). So after all that was said and done, I was annoyed by her. I don't appreciate her. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Taylor Swift- OMGGGGGG!! She annoys me to no end. There is no reason for me to be annoyed by her, she is doing what she has to do, I'm sure she is genuinely a nice girl and artist and can sing (I mean she won all those awards for a reason) but I'm done with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-7540414185574681720?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7540414185574681720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=7540414185574681720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/7540414185574681720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/7540414185574681720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/pop-stars.html' title='Pop Stars'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-7557839462360196438</id><published>2010-02-16T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:36:03.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sybil Nelson</title><content type='html'>So I have a friend who is an awesome writer. She loves to write!! So she has been looking to get published for a while now, she has written 8 novels so far and one of them has been picked up as a movie option, which is an awesome deal! But still, she remains unpublished. If anyone is interested in reading more about her you can go to the following links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sybilnelson.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://sybilnelson.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sybilnelson.com/"&gt;www.sybilnelson.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her fan page for&amp;nbsp;Priscilla&amp;nbsp;the Great: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/PriscillatheGreat/319519255134?ref=sgm"&gt;Priscilla the Great Facebook Fan Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: Sybil and I share the same b-day. Which is why we are so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-7557839462360196438?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7557839462360196438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=7557839462360196438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/7557839462360196438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/7557839462360196438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/sybil-nelson.html' title='Sybil Nelson'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4772537923957623881</id><published>2010-02-16T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:13:58.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>I love to sleep. I can fall asleep in under 3 minutes. I don't ever need any kind of sleeping aid, ex: sleeping pills, tea, warm milk, etc.., I just have that gift. And I enjoy being able to fall asleep easily so you know that when I am sick or I have something on my mind and I can't sleep or I toss and turn for hours, I will be UPSET in the morning. I get so angry because I don't understand why my body keeps me awake!!!! Well, when I am sick, yes, I understand or when my brain is just going a mile a minute but if nothing else is wrong and I just can't sleep... ARRGHHHH. (I apparently turn into a pirate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to me last night. I fell asleep in no time but at 1 am I was awake. WIDE AWAKE. As in I was ready to start my day. Why?? I had only slept 2 hours. I did everything to go back to sleep and nothing worked. I said fine, let me watch a dvd, so I started watching Scrubs.... I saw like 8 episodes, and still NOTHING! I don't understand, I had nothing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, now as I write this, I think I know why. This has actually happened to me before... every time I plan on going to the gym, my body gets scared and keeps me awake so that when I have to get up, I can't because I have been awake all night. HA, this is a major discovery I just made. Hmm, how do I trick my body into letting me sleep enough so I can go to the gym? Maybe I should just go to the gym at that hour... no, the gym is not open at 3am. I wish there was a 24 hour gym open. Sometimes I think I could go in the middle of the night and it will be as effective. My body is so lazy, I can't believe it. No, I am determined, tomorrow we are going to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll let you know how that goes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4772537923957623881?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4772537923957623881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4772537923957623881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4772537923957623881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4772537923957623881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2703904736969231637</id><published>2010-02-01T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:37:06.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jonas Brothers</title><content type='html'>I know maybe one song from the Jonas Brothers. That's "Lovebug". I heard it once when I was watching the Disney Channel, they played that video. I don't care for their music. Do the tweens love them? Obviously. They are decent looking kids. I've always thought Nick Jonas was the cutest thing ever! And they sing age appropriate music. So more power to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was watching the Grammy's last night, I see them arriving at the show... WHAT IN THE WORLD?!?!?!? When did they grow up? And how is it that they look so hot! Even the older one, who I think looks really creepy. But now, WOW!!! Good job mama Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at how they have grown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aww, how cute were they. Soo innocent looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6MiUeEOI/AAAAAAAAMUI/KL0e_-RzhBg/s1600-h/jonasbrosveryyoung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6MiUeEOI/AAAAAAAAMUI/KL0e_-RzhBg/s320/jonasbrosveryyoung.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then they started getting into their tween stardom phase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6QwVVeLI/AAAAAAAAMUQ/B0DY9wv9c80/s1600-h/jonasbrosyoung1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6QwVVeLI/AAAAAAAAMUQ/B0DY9wv9c80/s320/jonasbrosyoung1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OMG, The flat-iron stage. I'm soooo glad Nick knew better, can you see? Nick has always been uber adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6TayYH0I/AAAAAAAAMUY/k048kcbwdAE/s1600-h/jonasbrosyoung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6TayYH0I/AAAAAAAAMUY/k048kcbwdAE/s320/jonasbrosyoung.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Joe is the only one still using the flat-iron.... Let it GO man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6W4Yf-AI/AAAAAAAAMUg/hWn_hVdVzaU/s1600-h/jobros2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6W4Yf-AI/AAAAAAAAMUg/hWn_hVdVzaU/s320/jobros2009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, seriously. HOW SUPER CUTE!?!?!??!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6alIVczI/AAAAAAAAMUo/nAmG7w68IkU/s1600-h/jobros2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6alIVczI/AAAAAAAAMUo/nAmG7w68IkU/s400/jobros2010.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2703904736969231637?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2703904736969231637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2703904736969231637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2703904736969231637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2703904736969231637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/jonas-brothers.html' title='The Jonas Brothers'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/S2c6MiUeEOI/AAAAAAAAMUI/KL0e_-RzhBg/s72-c/jonasbrosveryyoung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-2885736616518674528</id><published>2010-01-13T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:07:39.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do this all by myself!</title><content type='html'>I was going to write about how I cut my bangs with my mom's sewing scissors. (Not recommended) But they didn't come out that bad. Then I realized I wrote about cutting my bangs &lt;a href="http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/02/bangs.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;. I see that I still have the same mindset as I did last year. I have gotten better at cutting my own bangs when I want to. Kathy, my hairdresser, will be none to pleased. She always tells me, "Jessica! come see me when you want your bangs cut, I will do them!!!!" But of course, I don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it went well. They look like a blunt cut, but it is all good. What I really need to go in for is a haircut. My hair is growing all too rapidly and losing shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-2885736616518674528?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2885736616518674528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=2885736616518674528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2885736616518674528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/2885736616518674528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-can-do-this-all-by-myself.html' title='I can do this all by myself!'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1708369979959649907</id><published>2010-01-13T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:49:00.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driver Improvement Class Part 2</title><content type='html'>I have now completed my Defensive Driving Course. Yes, 6 hours of mind numbing facts about&amp;nbsp;alcohol, drugs and speeding. As you may know from my &lt;a href="http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/driver-improvement-class-part-1.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt;, I did not get a ticket for any of these things. But I guess its good to know about them just in case of it actually happening to you. We had a different teacher, he was much more awake and alert then the first teacher, definitely more strict (this one guy was 15 mins late, he did NOT let him in class). This class was much more informative, we talked for almost an hour about what is illegal to have on your car, any modifications, tints on your windows, etc. I guess I won't be having a flashy car anytime soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I found&amp;nbsp;fascinating was the amount of crackheads in PG County. No joke, half the class was under 21 years of age and they all looked and sounded like they were on some sort of drug. They spoke as if they had no education and were proud of it. I understand that living in PG County, you live with some ghettoness. I can't say that I'm immune to that. But really, you can outgrow that, its not cute when you're older and you think its cool to stay ghetto. My message to them in the words of Whitney Houston: Crack is wack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did learn some positive things in this class, I will be more careful when I drive. I don't want to risk my life or other lives so I can show off how fast I can go or how wild I can drive. Just because you get away with it time and time again doesn't make it right. But I swear, if I have to take this class one more time, I will hurt someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Did you know that in the state of Maryland, you are not required to signal when changing lanes??? That is really new information to me. The cop can cite you for unsafe lane change but if you go to court, and unless the officer has proof of negligence, the judge will not have any grounds to convict you of this violation.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-1708369979959649907?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1708369979959649907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1708369979959649907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1708369979959649907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1708369979959649907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/driver-improvement-class-part-2.html' title='Driver Improvement Class Part 2'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1748645550492143617</id><published>2010-01-12T14:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:16:39.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driver Improvement Class Part 1</title><content type='html'>On August 26, 2009 I "failed to stop at red traffic signal before right turn" and got a ticket for it. My defense was that I did stop, but it wasn't a complete stop, they refer to it as "a rolling stop" I call it a pause. Frankly, I didn't know you had to stop at the red light before turning right. I mean it is common sense to stop and make sure no cars are coming, but I didn't know you had to treat it like a stop sign. So yea, officer jerk stopped me and proceeded to write up a 90 dollar ticket and it comes with 2 points on your license. TWO POINTS!! What is this nonsense? I was upset. So of course I had to go to court and fight it. I can't have two points on my license. Cause unfortunately, I already had one. The judge was very merciful and allowed me to take a driver improvement class in order to get rid of the two points. I was excited and agreed right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that this class was 6 hours total, 2 days. Still, I thought it was fair enough. Then I have to pay 70 dollars for the course. Ok, still fair. I finally started the class on Monday, I wanted to pass out. That class is soooo boring! I mean, we spent an hour talking about how drugs affect your driving. REALLY? An hour on drugs? I'm not stupid to not know what drugs do to your mind. Obviously. And guess what? If you drink and drive, you may have an accident. NO Kidding? This is BRAND NEW INFORMATION! Seriously, this class is&amp;nbsp;torturous. I fell asleep on my desk for 10 mins. I couldn't believe it. I woke up and the retired police officer was still going on and on about drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second and last day. Another 3 hours of mind-boggling common sense facts. Then we have a test and we get a certificate for completing the course. Thanks a lot PG county.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-1748645550492143617?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1748645550492143617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1748645550492143617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1748645550492143617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1748645550492143617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/driver-improvement-class-part-1.html' title='Driver Improvement Class Part 1'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1208739645246369227</id><published>2010-01-07T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:57:54.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodge Avenger</title><content type='html'>So I had a car accident. December 29, 2009. **more on that later**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have a rental in the meantime. Since they deemed my car a total loss, I need a new one. Right now I'm driving around a bright crayon red Dodge Avenger that you can see from space. It's hideous, gas guzzler, fat and ugly but it drives nice. This morning on the beltway, I was going to work and I look over and I see this woman driving the SAME EXACT CAR! I had never seen this car before it was given to me as a rental so I was shocked to see it on the road. This woman had an afro and was rocking to some song in her car, she seemed so happy to be driving that car and I wondered why? I know everyone has different tastes in vehicles, but really, this car is hideous to me. I did admire her happiness with her vehicle, she seemed proud to drive it around. I also was a tiny bit jealous cause I've always wanted to rock an afro, my hair is not capable of doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-1208739645246369227?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1208739645246369227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1208739645246369227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1208739645246369227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1208739645246369227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/dodge-avenger.html' title='Dodge Avenger'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-5719034388334858792</id><published>2010-01-04T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:15:21.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foods that make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;pardon if I offend anyone with whatever I am going to say now but I judge no one on what they look like, everything I say is a reflection on myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an extremely fat obese person&amp;nbsp;but I do rely on food not only as my source of nutrition but also as something that makes me feel good. Am I a stress eater? Maybe. But I am on the path of self-control now. But that doesn't mean that it makes me change the way I think of food. I love food. There are foods that make me feel&amp;nbsp;instantly&amp;nbsp;happy if offered to me. So here are my top 10 (in no particular order) foods that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. French Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Salvadorean Chicken Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Corn Tamales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Peaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Drunken Noodles/Kee Mao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Grilled Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dbl Cheeseburgers from McD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cocoa Puffs Cereal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-5719034388334858792?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5719034388334858792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=5719034388334858792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5719034388334858792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5719034388334858792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/foods-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Foods that make me happy'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3080236172973955833</id><published>2009-12-28T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:26:57.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things I must have in my bag ALWAYS</title><content type='html'>1. My blackberry- it has EVERYTHING. My calendar, contacts, I even have a Bible on it, the daily text, a couple books... Literally, can't be without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. iPod- Yes, I have to have my music with me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lipgloss/Chapstick- I need some shimmer and/or conditioner for my lips. Especially in the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wallet- I need my debit card and cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Camera- You never know when there is a moment picture taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3080236172973955833?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3080236172973955833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3080236172973955833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3080236172973955833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3080236172973955833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-things-i-must-have-in-my-bag-always.html' title='5 things I must have in my bag ALWAYS'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-1652611642040889006</id><published>2009-12-24T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:29:30.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lactose Tolerant</title><content type='html'>I've heard a lot of people say that Latin Americans are lactose intolerant. Its in our blood or something. I don't believe this. I know for a fact that&amp;nbsp;Latin&amp;nbsp;Americans&amp;nbsp;drink milk like none other. But my house proves otherwise since we have 4 types of milk! FOUR!!! Why so many? I don't know, we have soy milk, rice milk, lactaid milk and 1 percent milk. I think that's ridiculous. I never have had soy milk alone, my mom sometimes makes smoothies with soy milk or rice milk and it tastes good... but I wouldn't want it alone. I am cow milk girl. I love milk and for the longest time I couldn't fathom the thought of drinking nothing but 2 percent milk. But then I said let me give 1 percent milk a chance, it was good. So then I decided to take a leap and drink skim milk. LOVE IT! I encourage you all to try skim milk. But then I started feeling a little sick to my stomach after too much milk.... NOOOOOOOOOOOO I'm Lactose Intolerant. But not extremely. So I started drinking Lactaid once in a while. I have a feeling soy and rice milk will be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Totally random note: I'm at work and no one knows yet... its kinda cool being invisible. lol!**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-1652611642040889006?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1652611642040889006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=1652611642040889006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1652611642040889006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/1652611642040889006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/lactose-tolerant.html' title='Lactose Tolerant'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-5851558256638418632</id><published>2009-12-15T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:44:15.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to listen to a New Album</title><content type='html'>Greetings. I do not think I'm a music expert but I am a big fan and supporter of music. I like a lot of different types of music, I'm even willing to listen to other artists I normally don't listen to if someone recommends them. So as a music fan, I will now give my insight on how to listen to a new album by your favorite artist. Please follow these instruction carefully so you can enjoy your listening time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DO NOT READ THE REVIEWS. Believe me, it will spoil your views on the album, you will get all nitpicky and if the reviews are not favorable, you'll start hating on some songs before you even hear them. Its not fair to you, the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Listen to the entire album once. Even if you don't like the beat of one song, just listen to it. That way you'll at least given each song a fair chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to it again but only the songs you found catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen to only the songs you like for the rest of the week. Sing them out loud in your car. Recommend them to others... Blog about it, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop listening to it. Give it a break. This step is very important, because if you don't stop, you will get tired of the songs and best believe, you will want to delete them from your MP3 player of choice, break the cd or even pull out the stereo from you car.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. After a break, you can put the songs you like on a rotation, shuffle, mix cd, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every 4 or 5 months, listen to the album again. You might find that you like a new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are a few exceptions to this rule. Some songs are just too good and no matter how many times you listen to them, they won't get old. Just some songs, maybe like 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-5851558256638418632?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5851558256638418632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=5851558256638418632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5851558256638418632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/5851558256638418632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-listen-to-new-album.html' title='How to listen to a New Album'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-8079483227557098051</id><published>2009-12-07T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:59:05.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I learned from the Kardashians</title><content type='html'>I learned that to take off make up, you should use a hot towel first. Then you can do your cleansing ritual. I think I knew that but never paid attention to it. It makes sense, I will be doing this from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-8079483227557098051?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8079483227557098051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=8079483227557098051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/8079483227557098051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/8079483227557098051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-learned-that-to-take-off-make-up-you.html' title='Something I learned from the Kardashians'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4711524349652526159</id><published>2009-12-03T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:02:13.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I plan to make happen.</title><content type='html'>So the year is almost over and there is so much I want to do and accomplish, not necessarily within in a year but soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Visiting Billy and Noemi- This is quickly becoming a priority in my life. I'm not sure how I have spent almost a year with out seeing them. Wait, more then a year. Talking on the phone doesn't cut it. I need a week with them, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Going on some sort of fitness plan- yea yea yea, I talk about this all the time. Time for some action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting better from my sinus issues. For those that know me, you know I've been absolutely miserable with this problem and I do feel bad complaining about it because trust this, it is not as bad as what my mother and sister go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Clean and organize my room. Yea, its a hot mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Flip my mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hug my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4711524349652526159?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4711524349652526159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4711524349652526159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4711524349652526159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4711524349652526159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-i-plan-to-make-happen.html' title='Things I plan to make happen.'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3402081098870038154</id><published>2009-11-30T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:07:43.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>What is it about shopping that automatically makes you feel good? Its not a long lasting feeling. Especially since you realize that the things you buy are only temporary and are worthless? Something about instant gratification. (I remember Psych class... my prof told us all about it but I barely remember). So what did I get at my fave place??? I of course went to the MAC counter because I needed a new blush brush and they had like 3 different kinds. The chick was trying to get me to get all 3, I was like no need, just one. But then I saw some other things I liked and essentials I needed to stock up on. I ended up spending almost an HOUR at the counter. I talked to the MAC girl for a while, she re-taught me some things and I learned new things, it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a MOD card from&amp;nbsp;Nordstrom's, its like a rewards program, I def need that cause I spend money there and might as well get some money back. Good times. Did it solve any of my problems? Nope, but it did make me a little happy for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3402081098870038154?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3402081098870038154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3402081098870038154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3402081098870038154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3402081098870038154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-4564725687955841047</id><published>2009-11-24T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:17:51.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Refresher</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sidenote&lt;/b&gt;: Sorry my last post lacked substance. I know that when I write, it should have some more creativity, more profound thoughts or whimsical ideas, something that will make you chuckle or feel incredibly sorry for me. I did not&amp;nbsp;achieve&amp;nbsp;that in the last post. But remember, Writer's Block!!! I have to write anything, even if I consider it garbage. So there you go, that's why you had to read about my fantastic lunch. It was really fantastic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write about something that I have, that for some reason, I don't use as much and I should. I'm getting to the older range of ages. You know how you gotta pick when you're in the range of 18-24, 25-34, etc.... I remember when I was no longer in the 18-24 range. I was sooo sad! I was like I lost my youthfulness. But everyone insists that "you're only as old as you feel" and really, I still feel 23. Now that I'm in that second range, I'm finally starting to feel it. AND SEE IT!! Um, why does my face look so tired all the time? Why do I look pale? Why do I actually really really need to wear make up? I mean, I remember when make up was optional for me. NOT ANYMORE! I have to put something on my face so I won't look like death. My mother is always telling me how crazy I look sometimes and to put something on my face but I always thought she was&amp;nbsp;exaggerating. She is not. Clearly is not. So I decided that I need to stop being lazy and make an effort. So I did make an effort, today. we'll see how it goes for the REST OF MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I was going to promote is MAC Fix + Skin Refresher/Finishing Mist. I used to use it in the summer to cool down but what it does is refreshes your skin. So even after you've been tired all day and wearing make up, a spray of this on your face really helps a lot. It smells good and it feels good on your skin.I would&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;recommend it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I think I should get extra bonus points for writing this blog even though my internet is bootleg and Blogger decides to freeze every five seconds.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-4564725687955841047?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4564725687955841047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=4564725687955841047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4564725687955841047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/4564725687955841047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/skin-refresher.html' title='Skin Refresher'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-3300673496509753780</id><published>2009-11-24T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:57:46.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Dinner time</title><content type='html'>My mom made a fantastic, healthy and&amp;nbsp;nutritious&amp;nbsp;dinner last night (I have leftovers for lunch today! yum!) She made baked salmon, carrots, cabbage and spinach and sweet potatoes. SOOO GOOD! I can eat this all the time. I really should eat this meal like twice a week, that would help me lose weight. So I def will be adding this to my list of Tasty "diet" meals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-3300673496509753780?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3300673496509753780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=3300673496509753780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3300673496509753780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/3300673496509753780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-dinner-time.html' title='I love Dinner time'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329627845237453103.post-688918713160825485</id><published>2009-11-23T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:21:30.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Bottom</title><content type='html'>How do you know you have hit rock bottom? When you are sitting alone in your basement, on a Sunday night, with a shirt so thin that wearing nothing would probably have the same effect and pajama pants that are 3 times your size, eating whip cream out of a can and watching the AMAs and MTV cribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried. No reason necessary. It was just sad to be alone and feeling kinda crappy. I had no reason to, I had an awesome day, good time in svc, good studies, good returns, etc... so I don't understand why I felt so crappy. So of course I had to take some kind of action. I decided to become Jessica Action, Ms. Action if you're nasty... (sidenote: Janet's performance on the AMAs inspired that comment). I had a ton of laundry to do, &amp;nbsp;so I did that, folded it all. I even folded my mom's laundry. I put the can of whip cream away, and just changed my state of mind. I decided that I can't pity myself, I can't excuse myself for any of my mistakes, shortcomings or faults. It's entirely my fault and no one&amp;nbsp;else's. I need to stop being a brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole feeling lasted about 10 minutes, then I was on my merry way. I can switch up my mood in no time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8329627845237453103-688918713160825485?l=readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/feeds/688918713160825485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8329627845237453103&amp;postID=688918713160825485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/688918713160825485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8329627845237453103/posts/default/688918713160825485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readlamafiosablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/rock-bottom.html' title='Rock Bottom'/><author><name>Jess P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03788979713416603274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayIsXJUHHxM/TKIaCafeQ9I/AAAAAAAAUQ4/6Ir-sLr4p4I/S220/me08.31.10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
