<?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-16746833</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:34:55.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me...</title><subtitle type='html'>The drama, the good times, the sad times, and the forgotten times...all in one!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113653531910814819</id><published>2006-01-06T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:15:19.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realistic</title><content type='html'>So lately its been a lot of bitching from me. Specially about my husband.  Therefore, I suppose this is my truth email. Its what really goes on, and what David really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I love David with all my heart. When I see him I feel this feeling in my stomach...every single time. There is no time that I wish I wasn't with him.  I don't care how many times he makes me mad, or how many times he gets us lost, or how many times I have to be mapquest for him.  He's what I wanted. And, what I got.  From the first time I saw him, I felt something different. There was a feeling of completeness (if that's a word, and as corny as it sounds).  I just don't know how to describe what I feel for his Monster butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's messed up a few times....I never tell what I do.  I'm a bitch, and I know it. I don't know how he's put up with me for so long, and can still look at me at night while we lie in bed and tell me that he loves me more than anything in this materialistic world. And I know he's telling the truth.  I don't give him reasons to stay with me.  And I don't give him reasons to leave me. He's just happy by my side.  I know that if it was someone else, my ass would have gotten bitch slapped a few times, and left with nothing but the junk in my closet. Yet he's different.  He's kind, he's scruffy, he's silly, he's modest, he's fun, he's thoughtful, he's warm, he's rough, he's manly, he's soft, and he's a beautiful person from every angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on complaining about what he lacks, but instead remember what he gives me so much of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't fought since December 30th...and I am no longer believing that saying will jinx us.  At the beginning of this year, I decided that its time we make our own days good.  If we fight tomorrow, it was meant to be, and it will only make our relationship stronger. We've gone through so much in the first year of marriage...it could always be worse. But, we're gonna fight, and I'm gonna kick ass at being the wonderful wife that he deserves...cause God knows he's a wonderful husband to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113653531910814819?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113653531910814819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113653531910814819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113653531910814819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113653531910814819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2006/01/realistic.html' title='Realistic'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113642383054937572</id><published>2006-01-04T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:11:37.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exaggerations</title><content type='html'>Today is January 4th, and somehow David and I managed to stay together through the new year. We had somewhat of a tumultuos year's end, that I didn't expect. Well, I &lt;u&gt;suspected&lt;/u&gt; it, but he just has this way of convincing me that its the other way around all the time. No, he did not cheat on me...I hope. I just thought that after this incident, things between us were seriously over. I told him to start packing. I even threatened to go to his mother. How childish!! But, that's the way that I have to behave with him. And I hate it to death. I hate having to be after him, making sure that what needs to be done is done. I hate having to catch him in lies, I hate having to think about what he's done to me...don't make me mention that frog faced bitch again....I hate having to worry that things will repeat themselves, and I hate having to live with this feeling in my stomach that something's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I married him. And I love him. And I need him. It just seems as though he doesn't always feel that way about me. I don't know if when he touches me, or kisses me, its genuine. Or, if he's doing it because he thinks thats what I want. I thought I had a husband that really really loved me. He says he does. And that he's never felt this way for someone else before. Do I believe it? I've been lied to before and its so hard to trust someone who's betrayed that trust on so many occasions. I want to believe that David is being genuine. That what he tells me is true. Deep down I feel like it is...but my stupid brain always gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a husband that sees me when I get home and realizes how lonely he was feeling. That thinks of nothing but me, that wants to be with me every second of the day.......but that's unrealistic. VERY unrealistic. I have never met anyone that has that. I thought I did. And to be hones, I would be happy with David at least showing me that he loves me and that he truly wants to change his ways.  But it will take a while...and a lot of work. I'm not sure if I'm up for that challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just overexaggerating. It just sucks to feel these things for someone you had so much trust in. But that doesn't change the fact that I don't want my marriage to go to waste for something so dumb as some of the things that have upset me. Its his call. I've already told him that he needs to step up and change this relationship. I'm tired of it being a one way street. I'm tired of putting so much of myself into it that I don't have strength or emotion for anything else. He can deal with it now. He knows how I feel, what I want, and what I'm about. I've told myself that at the end of this year, if things aren't tied up, and going at least somewhat smoothly...I'm going to have to find something else. Someone else. Or be alone...for a very long time. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...my sister is having a baby girl. Whatever. I mean, its my niece. But, I was hoping for another little boy. Besides, she's going to name her Paola (Paw-oh-la). What a dumb name.......but its her kid. And I know...I will lover her regardless of her dumb name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113642383054937572?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113642383054937572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113642383054937572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113642383054937572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113642383054937572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2006/01/exaggerations.html' title='Exaggerations'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113642282616036789</id><published>2006-01-04T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:00:26.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year's End</title><content type='html'>I know, its been more than super long. Its been nearly two months. So much has happened. And, its not like anyone missed me.  I'm still alive. We all are actually.  Not that much happened. We went to Las Vegas for Christmas, which was okay. Too many kids, none mine. They ran, screamed, kicked, fought, jumped, and got on every nerve that I have in my body. It just made me not want to have kids...ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve was good. We went to my sister's house (Patricia) and things went better than I expected.  We ate delicious Birria..that's goat meat, marinated and cooked.  Dona Carmen (my sister's mother in law) is the best cook in the world.  At nights end (midnight) every one hugged, kissed, shook hands. My brother in law seemed sincere when he said that we would be having a better year than 2005. I hope so. I'm tired of the way he treats my sister.  But we are hopefully leaving that behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the holiday's ended. So quickly. And the mall is still not empty. That been said, I look forward to 2006 with brighter eyes, and a more open mind. I hated 2005...it could have possibly been the worst year in a long time. So many financial issues, relationship problems, stress, bad luck, weight gains, and things left undone.  But '06 looks prosperous....for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113642282616036789?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113642282616036789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113642282616036789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113642282616036789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113642282616036789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2006/01/years-end.html' title='Year&apos;s End'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113207865114940188</id><published>2005-11-15T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:17:31.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally &amp; Alicia</title><content type='html'>Here are my two younger sisters. Sally &amp; Alicia. Do any of them look like me? Do they look like eachother? None of us look alike.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/0462812-R1-027-12-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/0462812-R1-027-12-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113207865114940188?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113207865114940188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113207865114940188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113207865114940188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113207865114940188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/sally-alicia.html' title='Sally &amp; Alicia'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113207743626531854</id><published>2005-11-15T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:57:16.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>Hi....its Tuesday (and it sucks). Here's my lovely husband again. I know, he's not wearing a shirt. And, he's wearing my glasses. It's funny that we have the same prescription.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/FL000023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/FL000023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't really know what else to say about David. You guys know how I feel about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...as I'm not feeling too well. I had to come to work on the bus yesterday and today because David has my car, because his car has its spare, and he drives A LOT daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113207743626531854?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113207743626531854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113207743626531854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113207743626531854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113207743626531854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113199336875471759</id><published>2005-11-14T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:36:08.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Familia</title><content type='html'>Here is my uncle Juan, Lupe, and their daughter Maya. Aren't they cute?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/0462812-R1-009-3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/0462812-R1-009-3-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113199336875471759?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113199336875471759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113199336875471759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113199336875471759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113199336875471759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/familia.html' title='Familia'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113199327754021706</id><published>2005-11-14T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:34:37.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was me</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did do this to her. Its tradition to bite into the cake after we sing happy birthday. Alicia went for it, and my hand just happened to help her out. I didn't do it that hard, some lady pushed my hand in even more.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/0462812-R1-047-22-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/0462812-R1-047-22-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113199327754021706?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113199327754021706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113199327754021706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113199327754021706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113199327754021706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-was-me.html' title='It was me'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113199320133388449</id><published>2005-11-14T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:33:21.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia and her man</title><content type='html'>This is Alicia with her cake...to come is the pic where her face went about halfway into it.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/0462812-R1-045-21-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/0462812-R1-045-21-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113199320133388449?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113199320133388449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113199320133388449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113199320133388449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113199320133388449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/alicia-and-her-man.html' title='Alicia and her man'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113199311718318460</id><published>2005-11-14T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:31:57.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People</title><content type='html'>Here is a pic from Alicia's BBQ a week ago.  Once again, it was super awesome. Three guys surrounding Alicia are my uncles and the girl in the orange shirt is my uncle Juan's wife, Lupe. If you look closely, you can see Johnny in the pic too.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/0462811-R1-053-25-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/0462811-R1-053-25-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113199311718318460?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113199311718318460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113199311718318460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113199311718318460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113199311718318460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-people.html' title='Some People'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113166199074821929</id><published>2005-11-10T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T14:33:10.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geez, I know....</title><content type='html'>I know, I haven't posted those pics yet...its cause I haven't gotten around to driving to Wal-Mart, where they develop really awesome pics....as soon as I do (which will probably be this weekend), I'll post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113166199074821929?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113166199074821929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113166199074821929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113166199074821929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113166199074821929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/geez-i-know.html' title='Geez, I know....'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113141349788576384</id><published>2005-11-07T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:31:37.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia's BBQ</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I waited all day to write in here...I had a fantabuluous weekend....well Sunday actually. Alicia's BBQ went terrifically well.  Pictures to come very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We impatiently waited for my godmother and uncle to arrive, as they were the only ones that we thought were going to come. My uncle Juan called because they were somewhere down the street, and couldn't find my mom's address. So when they arrived, car after car after car kept pulling up. Nearly my entire family from my father's side came. It made me want to cry. I hadn't seen most of these people in 7 years, and the others since I was like 4.  My uncles were great. They were so much fun and I am super happy that they came. We ate, we danced (my godfather brought a whole DJ system), we talked...for hours.....It felt so good to finally be around family that makes you feel like they love you and not shit talkers like a lot of my mom's side is.  The funny part is that we really never had relationships with these people. My father abandoned us and they alway treated us like we were the best nieces/cousins/friends they ever had. It sort of hurt me that a family we hardly know treats us better than the family we have around us. I'm not saying ALL of my mom's family is bad to us... but the majority is. As much as I resent my father, I'm glad he left a great family for us to share the good moments with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. for those of you that might get confused, my dad passed away (step-dad), my father live an hour away (yes, I do know exactly where he lives, and no, I haven't seen or heard from him in 7 years). Thats how much he cares about Alicia and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113141349788576384?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113141349788576384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113141349788576384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113141349788576384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113141349788576384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/alicias-bbq.html' title='Alicia&apos;s BBQ'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113114976367693375</id><published>2005-11-04T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:16:03.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Older days</title><content type='html'>LOL..I know, its a funny picture. Its me, as you guessed. Back in my thinner days, I believe I was about 19. Before the tremendous weight gain, before the braces, and before losing all of my sanity.  That is Batman, and a toothless Superman (that's why he's smiling with his mouth closed). I am in from of Grauman's Chinese Theater on Hollywood Blvd.  A place I used to frequent, until I had to grow up. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/BATMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/BATMAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..for your enjoyement. Please, feel free to laugh....God knows I do everytime I look at it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113114976367693375?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113114976367693375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113114976367693375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113114976367693375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113114976367693375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/older-days.html' title='Older days'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113114947472852286</id><published>2005-11-04T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:11:14.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning and Planning</title><content type='html'>So Sally's 16th birthday is on December 15th, mine is December 20th, for those of you that didn't know. Oh yeah, Sally is my youngest sister (see picture below with my oh so cute nephew Cesar) Alicia and I are currently planning a birthday party for her. Yes, we are going to invite like 100 people, no we don't have room for all of them, yes, there will be alcohol, no there won't be underage drinking, yes we are going to get wasted, no my mom doesn't mind, and yes we are going to have tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/DSC00711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/DSC00711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you know me and will be in the Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;Area on December 3rd, let me know, you just might get invited. We hope to have fun, as we are in dire need of it. Sally's excited, and besides, how often do we do this??&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113114947472852286?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113114947472852286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113114947472852286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113114947472852286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113114947472852286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/planning-and-planning.html' title='Planning and Planning'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113113053057579727</id><published>2005-11-04T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:55:30.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia's Cheezy-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/DSC01466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/DSC01466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheezmania.....This is Alicia...she is my sister. I know, you already know her from posts below.  Well, its her birthday on Sunday (the big 2-0). What am I going to buy her? Nothing to tell you the truth. Not not really, I don't want to say because she might read this and be non-surprised. We are however having a "carne asada", a Mexican BBQ.  Family, some friends, and her big ol' cheezy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish her a happy birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113113053057579727?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113113053057579727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113113053057579727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113113053057579727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113113053057579727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/alicias-cheezy-ness.html' title='Alicia&apos;s Cheezy-ness'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113105077292650352</id><published>2005-11-03T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:46:12.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partial Anorexia</title><content type='html'>So I'm somewhat anorexic...I know, if you look at my picture it doesn't look like it. The truth is I'm only not eating at dinner time. I get home at about 7:00 and by time my husband gets ready to go eat it super late. I'd rather not.  Please please, don't rush to get me to rehab...I do it on purpose. However, last night I was not true to my partial anorexia. That's right, I cheated. We went to dinner at this little Mexican food restaurant and I had the Meat in Red sauce (which was so damn delicious).   However, I will be anorexic tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not poking fun at rexi's (Erin's term)....I'm just trying to do the best possible to lose some weight.  If you have any suggestions, please, don't be greedy with the inf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to lunch....don't worry, its a salad....and no, I'm not going to throw it up afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113105077292650352?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113105077292650352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113105077292650352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113105077292650352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113105077292650352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/partial-anorexia.html' title='Partial Anorexia'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113097959581107452</id><published>2005-11-02T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:38:20.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want is a Paper Cutter</title><content type='html'>All I want is a paper cutter. That's it. And no one seems to have one. I know that its my fault that our office doesn't have one, cause I threw it away, cause I thought it didn't cut right anymore. But, little did I know that I wasn't lining the paper up right. I'm so aggravated.....I guess I'll just call every Kinkos in Los Angeles trying to find a paper cutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Wednesday, so HAPPY HUMP DAY....Geezus, the week is flying bye (thank GOD). I want to go home, do nothing, and do nothing some more. In between those nothings, I want David to rub my legs cause they hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking last night, I'm not very religious anymore. And it bugs me. Its strange and so random, but as I stared down at my quesadilla and waited for the cheese to melt a little more, I realized that I have really excluded religion from my life. And that is no good....I'm not a PERFECT Catholic, but I do believe in God and I do thank him/her for what I have, and I do ask for help (often)..but it seems like that's the only time I actually devote time to religion. I don't go to church anymore. Every other word I say begins with F and end with UCK. I am living in sin (as I am only married by law, and not by the church), I gossip (but its so much fun), and I don't exactly live by the 10 commandments. One thing, however, that I am doing, is NOT taking things for granted. I've realized that although shit might be tight, I might get stressed, I might not have all the money I want, or things I want, but I always seem to make it to the next paycheck with a full stomach. I am not starving to death, and I'm not living in some alley next to a garbage can. And I am definitely thankful for that. I think I have worked too hard to have the little that I have, to take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I only have a one bedroom apartment, my car is not a brand new 2006 model (2000 actually..not too bad), and my only luxuries are having water delivered and cable. But, I'm happy, and I'm okay, and I'm making it.....on my own (well, since March with my hubby). And I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113097959581107452?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113097959581107452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113097959581107452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113097959581107452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113097959581107452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-i-want-is-paper-cutter.html' title='All I want is a Paper Cutter'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113054098585489969</id><published>2005-10-28T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:09:45.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CESAR!!</title><content type='html'>This is the older nephew, Cesar....he is currently 3 years old. This picture was about a year ago.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's cute too huh? You can admit it. I'll admit it for you. He's cute!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113054098585489969?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113054098585489969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113054098585489969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113054098585489969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113054098585489969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/10/cesar.html' title='CESAR!!'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113053995838723063</id><published>2005-10-28T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:52:38.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Could there be a better day of the week? NO. That's the answer.  I'm so excited that its Friday. We get to super privilage to leave at 5:30 today. Wowzers. A whole 1/2 hour early. Either way, its great.  So last night we went to Olga's and it was nice to talk to someone who is sane. We did talk about my lunatic aunt, and Olga is convinced that she is horrible. Which she is. I didn't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, went to bed, and well...didn't go straight to sleep. Yes, as you assume, David and I area on speaking terms again. I just love his warmth and when he hugs me while we are in bed it gets me so...........I don't know....so........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all of you dedicated "Wonderful World of Maira" readers, and I know there are LOTS of you, I am going to run down this weekend. Think of me as a critic....I'll tell u what is hot, what is not, and what is totally limp and has erectile disfunction..... Lets start with the mall. Yup, the mall (I can not name our mall, or you will know exactly where I live) (well, if I haven't already said it somewhere else). The mall is for LOSERS to hang out at. I only go there when I want to shop for something. Isn't that the purpose of a mall. Its turned into this "lets go to the mall and hang out" place that is UBER lame. Who does that? Oh, you do? Oops, sorry, I meant, who that isn't cool does that? Did that make sense. I'm assuming you can assume that I won't be at the mall assuming people are losers for being there and assuming that its cool. Cause its not.  Next is the movies....anything good out? I don't know, so I will say no more.  That concludes this week's critique of "Things for the weekend". Don't like it, bite it....hee hee hee that's a blog I like. Write it down, &lt;a href="http://dontlikeitbiteit.blogspot.comme"&gt;http://dontlikeitbiteit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; me luvs it long time (well, short time cause it just began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all of my beloved readers, and I know there are LOTS of you (yes yes, I said that above), we will meet again soon. Take care this weekend, if you are celebrating Halloween early, don't do something I won't do, don't get in trouble, and most importantly, Don't let the beg bugs bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles...........Maira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113053995838723063?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113053995838723063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113053995838723063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113053995838723063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113053995838723063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday.html' title='FRIDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113045853678145877</id><published>2005-10-27T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:17:30.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dona Olga</title><content type='html'>The day is almost gone....its 4:53 and I'm counting the minutes. We're going to visit Do&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;a Olga today....interesting huh? She's this lady who's husband died a couple of years ago, and they were good friends of the family, but when we all moved away, no one kept in contact, and now we found her, and my aunt is hiding from her cause she tried to get Olga and her husband to adopt my aunt's husband, in hopes of getting him legalized, and it didn't work, so she's resentful...and blah blah blah. But the lady is wonderful and I have so much shit to talk about my aunt....whom I hate by the way. Once I get done with her, Do&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;a&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Olga is going to hate her too. Ooooh, its 4:56. Geezus, it took me three minutes to write that? I guess your brain does slow down at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to my Monster, and I guess I can't stay mad...I just calmly told him, "I'm going to visit a friend tonight, I'm telling you now, so you don't give me shit when about it I get home ". And he said, "yes my lovely queen, anything your gracious heart desires, would you like a foot rub before you go"...it was either that or "shut up bitch, no one cares. " NO no, I"m just joking, he said, "Okay". I settled for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier, the Director of Operations just walked in...funny guy. So now, its 5:12 PM. Javier went into the kitchen to watch T.V. Yes, we watch T.V. in this office. Its done during lunch and mostly episodes of Divorce Court with Judge Mabeline. Anyway, Rocio left early today, and its only my sister and I. The rest of the hour I'm going to ponder what we'll eat tomorrow. What a great job I have. Hasta ma&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;ana. Los amos...okay that was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai Mai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113045853678145877?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113045853678145877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113045853678145877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113045853678145877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113045853678145877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/10/dona-olga.html' title='Dona Olga'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113043843122117542</id><published>2005-10-27T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:40:31.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEEEEERE'S JOHNNY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/DSC01293_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/DSC01293_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is Johnny now, for those of you that don't know him. His older brother, Cesar, will be here tomorrow. Please, come by and say hello to them...they are rather amusing little guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113043843122117542?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113043843122117542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113043843122117542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113043843122117542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113043843122117542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/10/heeeeeres-johnny.html' title='HEEEEERE&apos;S JOHNNY!!'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113043810439182479</id><published>2005-10-27T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:35:04.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny when he was tinier...is tinier a word??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/640/013_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/1598/320/013_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I can't believe he's gotten so big already....this was Johnny, more than a year ago.  I know, he looks like h'e out of it....but he is the most adorabel thing to me.........I hope you all have nephews that make you as happy as Cesar and Johnny make me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113043810439182479?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113043810439182479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113043810439182479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113043810439182479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113043810439182479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/10/johnny-when-he-was-tinieris-tinier.html' title='Johnny when he was tinier...is tinier a word??'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113043779265449340</id><published>2005-10-27T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:29:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JINXED!</title><content type='html'>So the last post did jinx me....well, I jinxed myself actually. I don't think its possible for a blog to jinx people. David and I got into a fight yesterday and of course, it sucked.   I don't even know about what, but I know that somewhere in between I helped him cut his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I also got into it yesterday (it seems harder and harder to live with her daily, although I lover her very much).  We got into a fight because Ernesto (the guy that does my hair coloring and junk) called and asked when I wanted to redo my hair. Well oh well, Alicia (my sister) goes to this place where my mom lives, and they totally fry her hair....at least that's my opinion. She pays the same that I pay Ernie, and gets shitty results (on top of that, he comes to me).  I suggested that she let Ernesto try her hair out and she went so balistic with the whole "you just want me to do it because he won't come to the house just for one person..blah blah blah..."  and so I went all balistic to the power of 2 with "I just want you to stop being close minded and try something new, if you don't like it, never use him again." So the fight continued and the bad thing about it is that we were at work, and it ended with me shouting "then stay with your crap hair".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night, I talked to Luis and thought that maybe he could cheer me up, but it only brought me down. I left Ralph's Market with a bag of bread, ham, tomatoes, lettuce, and my spirits as far down as they could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day.......I grabbed a blanket, and slept on the opposite side of David...I didn't want to feel his breath on my face and wish that he would be awake to kiss me and tell me that he understood my frustatration and that me knicking his bald head with the hair cutter was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113043779265449340?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113043779265449340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113043779265449340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113043779265449340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113043779265449340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/10/jinxed.html' title='JINXED!'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-113020162979147968</id><published>2005-10-24T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:54:01.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY</title><content type='html'>So, its Monday.....could there be any crapier day than Monday?? I don't think so. I didn't want to get up today. The weather is really gloomy, and its cold outside. David leaves at 6 in the morning, and after that, I began dreaming that Perla (my boss) wanted me to cut my skin off so she could have it, so she could look younger......I know, trippy. So then, I turn into Spider Man or some weird and twisted shit like that....and the rest of the dream is me trying to get away from Perla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's how its been lately. Bad dreams, little sleep, no energy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was LAME OH LAME. I did nothing on Saturday, except eat bland tasteless Olive Garden food, and on Sunday, I went to my momma's were we went to an all you can eat buffet. Yes, I did eat all I could eat. Oh but wait, at Olive Garden they had this new appetizer, called something something Fonduta.....It was DELISH. I hate Olive Garden (yet I eat there often) but I'll be going even more often now for nothing but the something something Fonduta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I are doing awesome. Ever since the little incident at his job, I've kinda learned how to take things more lightly and not get my panties in a knot so quickly. I know that this will probably jinx it and things will get all crappy and moody again. But I don't care. I'm so happy right now and its been so long since its been like that. I want to hug him, kiss him, lick him, and well, I 'll stop there. Cause there are many more things that I won't get into. I just look at him and know, I KNOW, that I've found the perfect person for me. I hope you all are able to say that about someone, if not now, in the future. He's just great and although he makes me so angry sometimes and I feel like choking him, I just can't stop staring at him when I'm with him, and thinking about the first time we went out, the first time we kissed, the first time he told me he loved me. And maybe he's ugly to some of you, but to me, he's the hottest guy I've ever seen. And nothing else matters....Now if you'll excuse me, I have a man waiting for me at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrazos y Besos....Mai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-113020162979147968?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/113020162979147968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=113020162979147968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113020162979147968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/113020162979147968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-monday-monday.html' title='MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-112974277394657849</id><published>2005-10-19T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T10:26:13.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOOONG TIME!</title><content type='html'>I know I know, its been super long. And its my fault. I don't know if anyone reads this, but it helps me relieve all of my frustrations.  So recently I've been fighting with everyone. Melvina got mad at me because I didn't go to her birthday part, David and I began fighting again (too personal this time, to reveal) and my sister and I often have these little arguments because she thinks I'm mad when I say something in a strong manner. The truth is that I'm not mad when I say things like that, it just gets on my nerves if she makes stupid comments or tries to give an opinion on something she's never felt, never dealt with, or never experienced first hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been missing my best friend, Jessica.  She's in Texas and has to be there because that's where her husband is stationed (he's in the army and his name is David as well....how strange huh?)  Anyway, we used to have so much fun and it was cut so short when I had to move from Colorado to Cali. I've never found a friend like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever, I find comfort in Baskin Robbin's Dollar Scoop Tuesdays, and their current flavor of the month, Pumpkin Spice.  You should all try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think things can only go uphill from here, but from past experiences, I'm not all the way down the hill yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please, use your inner therapist. Give advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-112974277394657849?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/112974277394657849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=112974277394657849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112974277394657849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112974277394657849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/10/loooong-time.html' title='LOOOONG TIME!'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-112750281675397406</id><published>2005-09-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T12:13:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reassurance</title><content type='html'>So this has been crap week from hell. Aside from it going by pretty fast, it hasn't exactly been peaches and cream. They did not remove my braces on Tuesday, now I have to wait until next Friday. I had a buttload of work that had to get done.  And, David and I are fighting again. I know I know...it seems like we always are.  But, the truth is that right now things are going so crazy for me and the result is this attitude that I drop on him (which is not fair from my part).  My lovely absent father is in jail (unless he's been bailed out) and its not for a petty crime.  I don't know if I want to elaborate on that here, just because the reason he is there is a very serious one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I yelled at David last night...I need reassurance. Reassurance that everything will be okay eventually, that I'm not going insanely mad, that things will pass, and that worries will end.  I know its not true because as soon as your done worrying about one crappy situation, another one arises, but it will make me feel a bit better.  So that was the foundation of our fight, that he doesn't ask me if I'm okay that he doesn't bother to try to console me.  And it bugs the living  shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the weekend is here...don't know what I'll be doing.  I guess I'll just get back to work now.  Cause its so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-112750281675397406?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/112750281675397406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=112750281675397406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112750281675397406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112750281675397406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/09/reassurance.html' title='Reassurance'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-112717684493364263</id><published>2005-09-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:40:44.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Sucks Hairy Butt</title><content type='html'>So work blows butt.....hairy butt at that.  I want to work here cause its cool, and I'm so used to it all. But, that doesn't change the fact that I'm underpaid, overworked, and unappreciated.  Who knows...maybe I'll just not show up one day.  I'm sure Perla (my boss) would crap her pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-112717684493364263?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/112717684493364263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=112717684493364263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112717684493364263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112717684493364263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/09/work-sucks-hairy-butt.html' title='Work Sucks Hairy Butt'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-112708300368857206</id><published>2005-09-18T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T14:48:36.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend and beyond</title><content type='html'>So Friday night went by kinda fast. Saturday we went to my god sister's 1st birthday party. Then I decided to have company at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company arrives. Its Jordan, Melvina, Jordan's cousin named Melissa, and her boyfriend. Then there was Danny, Manni, Alicia (my sister), and Michelle. Oh yeah, Juli, Jordan's girlfriend was there too. We basically sat and listened to Melissa tell tons of racist, vulgar, and weird jokes all night. Some were cool, some were just strange. We smoked a lot of Hookah...drank a bit, and then they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be back and have somewhere to invite people over so that we could catch up, talk, and just be ourselves. Above all, it was just nice to be back with my friends. Hopefully more nights, weekends, and times like that are ahead.....Now I'm at my mom's house, waiting for my uncle to fire up the grill........I'll be home soon. If anything, we'll see eachother tomorrow at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles...for now......Maira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-112708300368857206?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/112708300368857206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=112708300368857206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112708300368857206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112708300368857206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend-and-beyond.html' title='Weekend and beyond'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-112691146010117137</id><published>2005-09-16T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T09:51:48.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia and Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/7933/640/DSC01487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/7933/320/DSC01487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and me...oh yeah, I'm on the right. Those glasses, however, are gone. New ones have found a place on my face. Alicia (my sister) is the sister that I am closest to. I always make fun of her teeth, and she makes fun of mine (she says they are small). However, I am getting my braces off on Tuesday so we'll see who's laughing then!!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-112691146010117137?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/112691146010117137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=112691146010117137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112691146010117137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112691146010117137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/09/alicia-and-me.html' title='Alicia and Me...'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-112691081125537813</id><published>2005-09-16T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:50:49.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/7933/640/pic31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/7933/320/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody....if there is actually anyone here.....I'm glad to say that EVERYTHING is back to normal with me and David. I'm so happy because I love my Monster (what I have dubbed him) so much and I hate fighting with him....so as I'm sure you are assuming, we had AWESOME make up sex last night.....but don't worry, I will not get into the details of that. Anyway, I have posted a picture of him here, as I want you to know who I am talking about....I know, I know, he may not be all that great looking to you, but I fell in love with him the moment I saw him. And that's all that matters. So tonight I'm going to my momma's house, picking up my older sis on the way, and coming home late at night. This weekend will be full of running around with errands, movies that I want to watch (Corpse Bride, becaue Tim Burton rocks!!) and possibly some shopping. Geez, too much to do in only 2 days. More to come later......muchos besos....Oh yeah, this is my David &amp; my nephew, Johnny. I know David looks like he has a lazy eye...maybe if you click the pic it will look better. Just want u to know who I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-112691081125537813?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/112691081125537813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=112691081125537813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112691081125537813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112691081125537813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-112681395408795874</id><published>2005-09-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:11:12.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Day</title><content type='html'>So a couple of weeks ago, my sister, my hubby, and our friend (also named David, which I will refer to as FD..frienddavid...) moved into a new apartment. We have nearly everything, but no TV...so we went to this furniture place called La Curacao in L.A. and bought a TV...I personally wanted a 61 inch, but settled for a Sony 32 inch flat screen. We will be picking it up tonight, and the next step is cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more dramatic news, I'm kinda not really talking to David right now (my husband). Its been kind of a rough road since we got married. Lots of financial issues, I can't forget the time his ex co-worker took him home from where he used to work (girl that I hate with all my guts) and I found him sitting in the car with her a block down the street. He claims nothing at all happened, but its always in the back of my mind (I do believe him). I just can't get over it. I think about the way I felt when I saw him sitting in there like nothing. Like I, his wife, wasn't at home waiting for him. I feel like clawing her eyes out and making him eat them! Its been about 3 days now that I get home, say hi, and walk right by. I'm just not in the mood for intimacy with him. It frustrates me to be going through so many things right now and he's so calm about everything. But anyway, no more about that. Let me know if you have any questions or know a way for me to deal with all of this junk. More pics to come...................Maira :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-112681395408795874?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/112681395408795874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=112681395408795874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112681395408795874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112681395408795874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/09/tv-day.html' title='TV Day'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746833.post-112674533663645502</id><published>2005-09-14T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:48:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first steps...</title><content type='html'>Wow, how cool....my own blog. I've never had one before. I've had a diary...so I guess its the same. Anyway, hello to you all that are reading this.......you must have  a lot of time on your hands. Before we get started with the drama, endless bitching, and picture posting, let me tell you about myself.  I'm 21, a female (last time I checked), live in sunny California, and am married.....yes, yes, I am married.  My hot husband's name is David (well, I think he's hot) and I met him at Quizno's Sub....LONG STORY.  I hope you enjoy what is to come, and if you don't...well, too bad. Talk to you soon......hasta luego (oh yeah, me Mexican).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746833-112674533663645502?l=chiclets7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/feeds/112674533663645502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746833&amp;postID=112674533663645502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112674533663645502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746833/posts/default/112674533663645502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclets7.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-first-steps.html' title='My first steps...'/><author><name>Maira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15522681686942404244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
