<?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-15329815</id><updated>2011-06-09T13:00:00.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts of an Angel</title><subtitle type='html'>My daily thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-5779521254056602926</id><published>2007-02-09T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:19:34.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQrFjKvYiUY/RcyRQ4XzobI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zt8B1h36gME/s1600-h/Melanie-birthday+1-20-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029554603062174130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQrFjKvYiUY/RcyRQ4XzobI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zt8B1h36gME/s320/Melanie-birthday+1-20-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's been a little over a month since I last posted an entry. My niece Melanie is finally a year old and as cute as a button. Here, see for yourselves.  She is standing but not yet walking but then again, she is only 18lbs.  A real peanut!!  I decided to seriously lose weight and have joined LA Weight Loss to do it.  So far i'm down 9.6lbs and hope to lose another 180lbs.  Wish me all luck.  Well, that is all for my update.  I'll keep you all posted on how the weight loss is going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-5779521254056602926?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/5779521254056602926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=5779521254056602926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/5779521254056602926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/5779521254056602926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m back again!!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQrFjKvYiUY/RcyRQ4XzobI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zt8B1h36gME/s72-c/Melanie-birthday+1-20-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-3129963522760869830</id><published>2007-01-03T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:35:53.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Hi all!!  Well, we are now in 2007 and boy did the past year fly by.  So much has happened in my life and I know that I haven't really shared much of it on my blog but I do hope to start contributing to it more frequently.  I think the biggest event for me was the birth of my very adorable niece, Melanie.  She was born on January 21st and so in a few weeks will be turning one and I just can't believe how she has grown.  My very adorable nephew Aidan began preschool this September and loves to learn.  Personally for myself, Jimmy and I finally decided on an adoption agency and have pretty much decided where we would like to adopt our first child from.  It seems that Columbia is the place so follow our journey as we proceed.  Well that is all for my little update but I do plan to be back very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-3129963522760869830?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/3129963522760869830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=3129963522760869830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/3129963522760869830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/3129963522760869830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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-15329815.post-116438421883386439</id><published>2006-11-24T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:03:38.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News for the Holiday</title><content type='html'>Well, today is Black Friday and i'm stuck at work.  It could be worse.  I could be stuck working in one of the stores that were open early this morning for the craziest shopping day of the year.  Yesterday was Thanksgiving Day and although I had a great time with my husband and parents, we received bad news during dinner yesterday.  My Uncle Howie passed away.  He was my mom's older brother, just 74.  We were all sad by the news but I didn't know him well because he wasn't involved in a lot of the family functions.  This has been a really difficult year for my mom and her side of the family.  In addition to my uncle passing yesterday, my Aunt Linda who is 3 years older than my mom at 60, almost died 3 weeks ago during open heart surgery but thank God she is recovering very well and is doing great now.  In September, my Aunt Lorraine who was another of my mom's older sisters and my Godmother, passed away from Lung cancer.  She was just 66 years old.  I know that God doesn't give us more than we can handle but he sure is pushing it this year.  For me, losing my Aunt Lorraine was very difficult because she was not only my favorite aunt but a second mother.  She was my cheerleader and always made me feel special and I tried very hard to make both my parents and her proud.  She had her faults as we all do but she was a wonderful and caring woman who was so strong.  She always spoke her mind and you always knew where you stood with her.  I know that she is with my grandmother now and they are looking down on us but with the news of my uncle dying, it brought all those feelings back about losing my aunt just 2 months ago.  Sorry to make such a depressing post but this is the place to get all those thoughts and feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-116438421883386439?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/116438421883386439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=116438421883386439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/116438421883386439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/116438421883386439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-news-for-holiday.html' title='Bad News for the Holiday'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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-15329815.post-115954479043554041</id><published>2006-09-29T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:46:30.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pictures</title><content type='html'>Well, I was just thinking that I haven't posted any pics in a while. Here are some recent family pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/1600/Melanie%20-%209.28.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/320/Melanie%20-%209.28.06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my beautiful niece Melanie. She was born on 1-21-06. She was a preemie and only weighed 4lbs. 11oz. and she is still tiny but she is absolutely adorable and I love her to pieces. I should post a pic of me when I was a baby because you would be amazed at how much she looks like me except I was darker when I was her age and didn't have a birthmark on my forehead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/1600/Aidan"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/320/Aidan%27s%202nd%20day%20of%20school%209-7-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This handsome guy is my 4-year old nephew, Aidan. This was on his second day of pre-school. He is my little love. He has my sister call me up so he can talk to me. He is the sweetest and he loves his sister and our whole family alot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is it for now. I need to post pics of my girls when I get home from work because their pictures are on my home computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catch you later.  Bye Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-115954479043554041?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/115954479043554041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=115954479043554041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/115954479043554041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/115954479043554041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2006/09/family-pictures.html' title='Family pictures'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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-15329815.post-115930477157515535</id><published>2006-09-26T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:48:29.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Updates</title><content type='html'>Well, so much for posting regularly. I just looked over my last post and I have come to the conclusion that either I really have nothing great going on in my life or I just don't think to post when something does happen. I can use the excuse that I don't use the computer much when I get home from work. I guess my brain is saying that I use the computer more than enough at work and should keep it that way. I am posting right now from work but that is only because this just popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy finally got his first paycheck after being out of work for almost 6 weeks. He lost his job after our close encounter with adopting a baby. I guess I can go into the story now. It is no secret that we haven't been able to conceive and we have looked into many different options but we both agreed that the baby doesn't have to be ours biologically because there really are a lot of kids that have no family. We have looked at so many different agencies and read many stories of other couples adopting. We have also heard all of the horrors that some couples go through trying to adopt but we basically decided that international adoption would be our best bet because once the baby is chosen for you, he or she is yours and there is no family to interfere, whereas, domestic adoption can be frightening, especially depending on what state you live in. New York has a 90 day waiting period before a domestic adoption is final. The other problem that I have with domestic adoption is that we have to advertise for a baby. So basically if the woman doesn't like your pictures or bio, they don't choose you and you could be waiting for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to our adoption story. My husband was working in a hospital here on Long Island for 4 years as an emergency room transporter. He brought E.R. patients to the various floors of the hospital. Well in the beginning of July, he had a patient to transport to labor/delivery. She was in her late 30's and was all alone. She was panicking because she thought she was 2 months early having the baby and she asked my husband if he knew the number to planned parenthood. He said no and asked her why? She told him that she wanted to place the baby up for adoption and didn't know who she should contact. My husband told her that we were looking to adopt and he thought that she was doing a wonderful thing for some lucky couple. He dropped her off and wished her luck. She delivered a baby boy later that day and asked the nurses how she could get in contact with the transporter who brought her from the ER. They told her who to contact and when my husband came in the next day, there was a message for him from her. He went up to see her and she told him that she would like to give the baby to us because he was very helpful and she didn't want her baby to go to a foster home. He called me and told me what she said and said that I could call her if I wanted to. He also said that he didn't want to see the baby without me. I was very nervous because I felt that it was way to fast and way too easy, especially after hearing how long some people wait to adopt in the US. Well I called her and she seemed really nice and very sincere in her wanting us to adopt him. She asked me to come to the hospital to see the baby and I had to go. I got to the hospital and with Jimmy, we went up to maternity and met her and she had him with her. He was the cutest little guy I had ever seen and her first words to us were, come look at &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; son. Those words were the best I had ever heard in my life. My entire life, I knew that I would be a mommy one day and this was the first time that it seemed like it really would happen. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was perfect and he was going to be mine. I now understand how every other mother feels for their new child. It was love at first site.  We took pictures of him and she told us that she had to tell us before anyone else did.  She had done cocaine once during the pregnancy and that the baby tested positive for it.  We accepted that and said that it didn't change our minds one bit.  She said that she told the hospital that she had a couple to adopt the baby and when the social worker from the hospital met us, that is when all the problems started.  She was told that Child Protective Services would not interfere with our adoption plan and we had to get a lawyer and do all the necessary paperwork.  We have friends that have adopted and they referred us to an attorney so that was all set up.  We decided that we would name him Erik James, she said that a really important person in her life was named Eric and that would be a great name.  The next day we were on our way to the attorney to get the paperwork and CPS called my husband and said that because the baby tested positive for Cocaine, they were going to step in and place him in foster care since she didn't want him.  We were devestated and tried everything we could to bring him home but it wasn't meant to be.  We found out the next day that another couple went to the hospital the night before and because they had all the paperwork ready to adopt, they would be taking him.  Because we hadn't decided yet on how to proceed with adopting, we hadn't even did a home study and without that, there was no way we could adopt anyway.  We were hoping to at least be able to bring him home possibly as a foster child and get everything done while he was with us.  I guess not.   My heart was shattered.  Just as I felt the instant love that a mother feels for her child the first time she looks at him, I also felt the heartbreak of a mother that has lost their child.  I just thank God that he went to a couple that wanted a child as much as we did and hopefully he is getting all the love he deserves.  I can't bring myself to get rid of the pictures that we took of him.  I carry one with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how does this tie back into Jimmy loosing his job?  Since he worked at the hospital where the baby was born, he should have never told her that we were looking to adopt a child.  He broke hospital policy and they were afraid that she could sue the hospital by saying that my husband talked her into giving her baby up.  When this was first going on, the hospital told Jimmy that they didn't like the situation but they wouldn't interfere with the adoption.  We now know that that was never true.  After Jimmy was terminated for supposedly trying to buy the baby from the woman (as the hospital administrator said), he found out a few days later that someone in administration ended up adopting the baby.  Jimmy wasn't angry with being fired because he felt that he couldn't work for the hospital if it was going to punish him for trying to become a father.  This was the last straw with his job anyway.  The hospital is owned by Catholic Health Services and because the Catholic church is in charge of that, our attempt at in-vitro fertilization was unsuccessful because they don't condone technology helping a couple to conceive even though our coverage would have paid for in-vitro if he worked for a non-catholic company.  Well, he is again working for another Catholic hospital and they do know what happened in July but his new boss wasn't concerned with that because he knows that my husband is a great employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all for now.  Catch you later.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-115930477157515535?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/115930477157515535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=115930477157515535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/115930477157515535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/115930477157515535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-updates.html' title='New Updates'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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-15329815.post-115686477064464910</id><published>2006-08-29T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:19:30.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe that it's been so long since I last updated my blog.  I have become quite the master-lurker though.  There have been many new things going on that I don't think I can list them all now.  My niece Melanie was born on January 21st and is just adorable.  Her older brother Aidan continues to be the apple of my eye.  He just turned 4 and is starting preschool next Wednesday.  I can't believe how time flies.  He is so excited and already has his little Buzz Lightyear backpack packed and ready for his first day.  Jimmy and I have a new edition to our little family.  We are now the proud parents of a 5 1/2 month old Cockalier named Jazmine.  FYI - Cockalier is Cocker Spaniel/Cavalier King Charles Spaniel mix.  She is a miniature version of Lady from Lady and the Tramp.  She is our little diva.  She terrorizes my lab Belle.  She will walk up behind Belle and bite the back of her legs or her tail and poor Belle just stands there and takes it.  She is a good girl.  After deciding to refinance our house this past July, Jimmy and I have the funds to go ahead with adoption.  Since making the decision to adopt a baby, the pressure of trying to conceive our own child is so much less and we don't argue as much anymore.  I have to say that I never knew there was so much involved with adoption though.  We haven't decided if we are going to try to adopt domestically or go abroad to find a baby.  We actually almost adopted a beautiful little boy but that fell through and it is a whole story of it's own and still too painful to talk about right now.  I guess that is it on the update front.  I do hope to update this blog regularly because I really do need a place to vent and get out my ideas and thoughts without saying the wrong thing and getting into a fight with anyone especially my husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-115686477064464910?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/115686477064464910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=115686477064464910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/115686477064464910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/115686477064464910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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-15329815.post-113760434866782127</id><published>2006-01-18T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:12:28.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Again</title><content type='html'>Well damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have been gone for a long time.  I think I have totally lost anyone that would have looked at my blog.  Oh well.  I have been lurking since my last post and I have posted here and there.  A lot has happened since I last blogged.  I got a new computer and I also got a laptop from my parents for Christmas.  Jimmy and I are still trying to conceive a baby but so far, no luck.  Although I must say that all this trying is very fun.  LOL.  We even started looking into various adoption procedures.  If anyone has any info or tips on this front, I would greatly appreciate it.  My sister will be induced this Friday and hopefully I will have a niece on the same day.  I must say that my sister has been miserable for the past month.  She has been having labor pains and the doctor keeps sending her home but he promised her that since she is now 37 weeks, he will induce her on Friday if her body doesn't get moving on its own.  I can't wait!!  I guess because she wants me in the delivery room with her and her husband.  She says that she wants me to experience it with her because she knows that with my own issues, I may never know what childbirth is like.  I know I will be an absolute mess and very emotional but I can't wait.  Well, that is all for now.  I just wanted to bring my life up to date.  I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-113760434866782127?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/113760434866782127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=113760434866782127&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/113760434866782127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/113760434866782127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-again.html' title='Hi Again'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-113077596228806411</id><published>2005-10-31T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:26:02.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally have been able to check all your blogs and update this one.  I've been without a computer since early Saturday morning.  It has crashed and I am not computer savvy enough to repair it myself.  I've contemplated getting it repaired as well as saying f**k it and buy a whole new one.  My only concern was that I wanted to get all my pictures from my hard drive and save them to a CD or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this means that I will only have limited access to the internet until I fix the computer issues.  This really sucks but what can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-113077596228806411?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/113077596228806411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=113077596228806411&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/113077596228806411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/113077596228806411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-113010362620700810</id><published>2005-10-23T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:56:39.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quizzes</title><content type='html'>I just saw this quiz on &lt;a href="http://pizzle963.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pizzle's&lt;/a&gt; blog and had to test myself. this is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffa5b2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're an Expert Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/expert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was that good. I was always told I was a great kisser but this now confirms it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Passion is Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/purple-passion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated and classy, you're a bit picky about sex.&lt;br /&gt;You're more likely to be turned on by a fancy hotel room than a dirty flick.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is fine enough, as long as it doesn't mess up your hair.&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex is more about power and favors than actually pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/colorpassionquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Passion?&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/15329815-113010362620700810?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/113010362620700810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=113010362620700810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/113010362620700810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/113010362620700810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-quizzes.html' title='Some Quizzes'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112993486576612194</id><published>2005-10-21T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:49:29.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest member of the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/1600/100_0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/320/100_0460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just showed Jimmy the pics that I posted of all of us and he so kindly reminded me that we have another family member. It is the newest one. It's name is King Connie because we don't know if it is a male or female. It is an Indian Redtail Boa Constrictor. It's only a foot long now but it could grow up to between 10 and 15 feet long. Let's just hope it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Jimmy was so nice to let me model the snake for him.  I'm so great at sarcasm, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112993486576612194?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112993486576612194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112993486576612194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112993486576612194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112993486576612194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/10/newest-member-of-family.html' title='The newest member of the family'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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-15329815.post-112992906560934931</id><published>2005-10-21T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:11:05.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Jimmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/1600/Cruise%202002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/320/Cruise%202002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me and Jimmy on our one year anniversary in 2002.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, there you have it.  I figured out how to post pics but I must say it is a pain in the ass to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112992906560934931?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112992906560934931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112992906560934931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112992906560934931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112992906560934931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-and-jimmy.html' title='Me and Jimmy'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112992840417194320</id><published>2005-10-21T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:27:34.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Family Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/1600/100_04481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/320/100_04481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 5 year old Dalmatian, Pebbles. I have had her since she is 3 months old and she is my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/1600/100_0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/1416/320/100_0447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Belle. She is my 13-week old Lab and the newest edition to my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112992840417194320?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112992840417194320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112992840417194320&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112992840417194320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112992840417194320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-family-pics.html' title='Some Family Pics'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112992069103528940</id><published>2005-10-21T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:51:31.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of Inspiring</title><content type='html'>I just received this email from my very close friend, Ismaru and I thought I would share it with everyone because it is so very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Read Each One Carefully and Think About It a Second or Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I&lt;br /&gt;am with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you&lt;br /&gt;cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your&lt;br /&gt;heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them&lt;br /&gt;knowing you can't have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is&lt;br /&gt;falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their&lt;br /&gt;time on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right&lt;br /&gt;one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be&lt;br /&gt;grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and&lt;br /&gt;know someone else and expect them to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends: How many people actually have 8 true friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly anyone I know ! But some of us have all right friends and good&lt;br /&gt;friends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112992069103528940?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112992069103528940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112992069103528940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112992069103528940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112992069103528940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/10/kind-of-inspiring.html' title='Kind of Inspiring'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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-15329815.post-112955726861614817</id><published>2005-10-17T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:54:28.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby</title><content type='html'>I haven't yet fully introduced you to my hubby, Jimmy.  Jimmy is a great guy and he has put up with a lot of my shit.  We have been together a little over 7 years and have been married for almost 5.  Jimmy is a big teddy bear.  He can be very mushy too.  I've seen him cry on a number of occasions and I totally love it.  There is also a very dopey side to Jimmy as well.  Jimmy is extremely forgetful.  He can truly put something down and completely forget about it in a matter of seconds.  We've been through lost wallets 2 times and it was not fun either time.  I have also seen my wonderful husband change almost 180 degrees since we've been together.  When I first met him, he was going from job to job and didn't have a high school diploma.  I don't try to push him but I have helped him to realize that just existing is not always the best way to live your life.  He has received his GED, he got his license back, he has a job as an E.R. tech for almost 3 years and he wants to go back to school for nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could ever find such a great guy again.  He really is forgiving and trusting and very loving and sometimes I feel that I don't deserve his love.  Even though he hasn't read my blog yet, I want him to know that I love him more today than I ever did before and I can't wait to make him a daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how to post pictures because I would post some pics of me and him and my poochies, Pebbles and Belle.  I'm still working on the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112955726861614817?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112955726861614817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112955726861614817&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112955726861614817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112955726861614817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/10/hubby.html' title='Hubby'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112900306664415840</id><published>2005-10-10T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T00:08:05.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I need</title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;a href="http://lipsticklulu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lipstick Covered Lies&lt;/a&gt; today and saw &lt;a href="http://horriblyunwitty.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-do-you-need.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and I just had to check it out.  Here is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;strong&gt;Marina needs&lt;/strong&gt; Ambassadors. &lt;em&gt;(I didn't know I was so important to need them, but ok)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;strong&gt;Marina needs&lt;/strong&gt; a small restaurant and a picnic area with shrubs. &lt;em&gt;(ok, if they say so)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;strong&gt;Marina needs&lt;/strong&gt; a facelift. &lt;em&gt;(Hell no.  I'm great the way I am.  LOL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;strong&gt;Marina needs&lt;/strong&gt; prayer. &lt;em&gt;(I do, especially since I am trying to have a baby.  I could use all the prayers I can get)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;strong&gt;Marina needs&lt;/strong&gt; her rest. &lt;em&gt;(I do.  I never get enough sleep these days)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112900306664415840?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112900306664415840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112900306664415840&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112900306664415840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112900306664415840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-i-need.html' title='What I need'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112838544208097527</id><published>2005-10-03T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:24:02.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://babyjewels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby Jewels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you try to look hot when you go to the grocery store just in case someone recognizes you from your blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. The simple reason is that no one knows what I look like yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are the photos you post Photoshopped or otherwise altered?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may use something to alter photos once I learn how to add them to my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you like it when creeps or dorks email you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I haven't had any creeps or dorks emailing me. Is there something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you lie in your blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I have no reason to lie on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Are you passive-aggressive in your blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not that I am aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you ever threaten to quit writing so people will tell you not to stop?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet because I haven't been blogging for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Are you in therapy? If not, should you be? If so, is it helping?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in therapy right now. I don't think I need to be. I'm just fine. Right? Tell me I am, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Do you delete mean comments? Do you fake nice ones?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, because I have only had one and it was from the oh so popular HERNESTO G (definite sarcasm there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.Have you ever rubbed one out while reading a blog? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. If your readers knew you in person, would they like you more or like you less?&lt;/strong&gt;They would definitely like me more in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do you have a job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an accountant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. If someone offered you a decent salary to blog full-time without restrictions, would you do it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would because I still haven't found my blogging groove yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Which bloggers do you want to meet in real life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely like to meet the people that I have linked on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Which bloggers have you made out with? (a)In real life? (b)In fantasy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I haven't had the opportunity yet but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do you usually act like you have more money or less money than you really have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm somewhere in the middle. I tend to act like I have more money than I really do when i'm with my husband because I hate to deny him what he wants. For everyone else, I act like I have less money that I really do because I have many mooching friends. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Does your family read your blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I haven't told them that I am blogging yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. How old is your blog?&lt;/strong&gt; Almost 2 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you get more than 1000 page views per day? Do you care?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't but maybe one day I would. I really don't care either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you have another secret blog in which you write about being depressed, slutty, or a liar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm still trying to get this one going regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Have you ever given another blogger money for his/her writing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they will just have to look elsewhere for their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Do you report the money you earn from your blog on your taxes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, every none penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Is blogging narcissistic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Do you feel guilty when you don't post for a long time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit because I know that there are a couple of people now that look at my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Do you like John Mayer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Do you have enemies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves me. LOL. (believe me, i'm not stuck on myself but I am confident in how much people like me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Are you lonely?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only on the nights that my husband works, which are most nights because he is on the overnight shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Why bother?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you don't, you will always wonder, what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://chaiandapplepie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://msvixxsecretgarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vixxen&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://Sometimessobia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sobia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112838544208097527?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112838544208097527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112838544208097527&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112838544208097527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112838544208097527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-tagged.html' title='Finally Tagged!!'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112791207045332936</id><published>2005-09-28T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T08:54:30.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens for a reason</title><content type='html'>I just received this joke from my friend Margaret.  I thought I should definitely post this one.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good.  I've been a good woman to you for thirty-two years and I have nothing to show for it.  These last two months have been hell.  Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw. Last week, you came home and didn't notice that I had gotten my hair and nails done,&lt;br /&gt;cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new negligee.  You came home and&lt;br /&gt;ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching the game.  You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't touch me or anything.  Either you're cheating or you don't love me anymore, whatever the case is, I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you're trying to find me, don't.  Your BROTHER and I are moving away to Florida together!  Have a great life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your Ex-Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex-Wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.  It's true that you and I have been married for thirty-two years, although a good woman is a far cry from what you've been.  I watch sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging.  Too bad that doesn't work.  I did notice when you cut off all of your hair last week.  The first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a man!"  My mother raised me to not say anything if you can't say anything nice.  When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.  I went to sleep on you when you had on that new negligee because the price tag was still on it.  I prayed that it was a coincidence that my brother had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your negligee was&lt;br /&gt;$49.99.   After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out.  So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica.  But when I got home you were gone.  Everything happens for a reason I guess.  I hope you now have the wonderful life you always wanted.  My lawyer said with the letter that&lt;br /&gt;you wrote, you won't get a dime from me.  So take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother, was born Carla.  I hope that's&lt;br /&gt;not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Rich As Hell and Free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112791207045332936?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112791207045332936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112791207045332936&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112791207045332936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112791207045332936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/09/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything happens for a reason'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112782896351697997</id><published>2005-09-27T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:49:23.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to thank those of you that have wished my clumsy self well.  It's been almost a week since I broke my pinkie toe and I must say that it hurts more now than when I first broke it.  Oh well, I guess i'm just going to have to deal with it until it heals.  Again, thanks alot everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112782896351697997?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112782896351697997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112782896351697997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112782896351697997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112782896351697997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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-15329815.post-112747980804423840</id><published>2005-09-23T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:50:08.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first broken bone</title><content type='html'>Well, after living almost 31 years, i've finally broken a bone.  I fell down my stairs around 4:45am on Thursday morning and landed on my right pinkie toe.  Confirmation came in yesterday afternoon when I went to the podiatrist.  Yup, it's broken.  Not only did I break my toe but I broke it in the joint.  Now i'm in a surgical shoe but at least I can drive.  The doctor also told me that I could develop Arthritis in that toe when I get older because of the way I broke it.  Isn't that just lovely?  Well, of course my wonderful husband found it quite amusing that the toe broke because I am always making fun of him for being accident prone.  I can't believe how much a broken toe can hurt but my 9lb. puppy jumped on my foot last night and I screamed, it wasn't pretty.  So, lets see how this goes.  He said it may take 6 weeks or longer to heal.  I am such a clutz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112747980804423840?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112747980804423840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112747980804423840&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112747980804423840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112747980804423840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-first-broken-bone.html' title='My first broken bone'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112724734789598452</id><published>2005-09-20T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:32:30.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what a loser I am</title><content type='html'>Well, I took a quiz from &lt;a href="http://hedymack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; and here is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_loser.php?im"&gt;&lt;img alt="I am 9% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/lsr.php?val=3580" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm not such a loser after all.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112724734789598452?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112724734789598452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112724734789598452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112724734789598452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112724734789598452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-what-loser-i-am.html' title='This is what a loser I am'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112681026503381976</id><published>2005-09-15T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:51:05.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More to come soon</title><content type='html'>Well, i've had a few comments to my last post that said I should just write whatever comes to me and I will get my own flow eventually.  I totally agree with this and have decided that that is what I will do.  As I said, i've been reading quite a few different blogs and I thought that the 101 or 50 (Sam) interesting things about people was, well, interesting.  I'm in the middle of compiling my own list of interesting things and I must say that I  thought I could come up with the list very quickly but i'm now stuck at around 50 but I will keep at it until I get all 101.  It seems to me that almost all of the thoughts in my head involve some kind of sexual reference and I don't want anyone to think i'm some kind of nympho, although Jimmy tells me I am.  LOL.  I want to keep my list clean, somewhat, so I have to keep thinking of other things to put on my list.  I'll be back soon with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112681026503381976?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112681026503381976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112681026503381976&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112681026503381976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112681026503381976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-to-come-soon.html' title='More to come soon'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112619184114950981</id><published>2005-09-08T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:04:01.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I haven't posted anything to my blog in a couple of weeks because I wasn't really sure what to put in it.  I've been looking at a lot of different blogs to get ideas.  I guess you could say I was lurking about like a little ghost.  I did find quite a few that I've decided to link.  I must say that I haven't found my writing flow yet and feel a little inadequate compared to most of the other blogs i've been reading.  I'll just have to keep plugging along and it will come to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112619184114950981?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112619184114950981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112619184114950981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112619184114950981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112619184114950981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112385071766897951</id><published>2005-08-12T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T08:45:17.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy or Obsession?</title><content type='html'>Well, I was just wondering about something.  Everyone says that having fantasies is normal but is it a little bit on the obsessive side when you can make up elaborate stories about people, to the point where you look up previous dates on the calendar to see if they can coincide with your existing life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I must have a pretty vivd imagination because I have made up this elaborate fantasy or alternate existence involving Vin Diesel.  Now I know that I will probably never meet him, but I think he is SO hot and I've made up a scenario where I've known him for years and he finally discovers me and falls madly in love with me and I can actually picture all this stuff happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This in no way means that I love my husband any less or that I am unhappy but I guess i'm a little bored and this makes me happy.  I told my husband that I would jump at the opportunity to get in bed with Vin and he says that it is ok because everyone has those thoughts about celebrities.  I don't know, I just didn't know if these fantasies are a little over board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112385071766897951?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112385071766897951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112385071766897951&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112385071766897951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112385071766897951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/08/fantasy-or-obsession.html' title='Fantasy or Obsession?'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329815.post-112378956226732777</id><published>2005-08-11T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:46:02.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is no way that I could be this much of a pushover.  I had to have been more aggressive in another life.  Here is the deal.  I've been at my current job for almost 4 years and in that time, I have not received a decent raise or a promotion.  Why do I stay?  I guess I am just comfortable and don't feel like really pursuing anything better.  This is not so.  I worked my ass off for 2 years to get my MBA this past October and I have been job hunting but so far, no luck.  I keep receiving calls back from the jobs i've interviewed for and they tell me that they have found others more qualified.  I'm sorry but I don't see how  someone who has een an accountant for almost 8 years and now has a Master's degree, could not be qualified for a Staff Accountant position.  I do everything that a supervisor does but without the title or money.  I don't see how I keep missing out on these jobs.  The only thing I can think of is that I am sabotaging the interview and not even realizing it.  Jim tells me all the time that I need to grow some balls and get out there more.  (Besides the fact that that could make him gay but ewww.  LOL)  I just don't understand it.  I'm not whining like my sister says but I am just really frustrated.  This was all brought on by a phone call I received today by an employment agency that I was using to help me on my search.  The woman didn't even remember meeting with me almost 2 months ago (some impression I made on her, huh?).  She told me about a bookkeeping position that she has that it turns out I don't fit.  Oh well.  I'll just keep on looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112378956226732777?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112378956226732777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112378956226732777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112378956226732777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112378956226732777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/08/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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-15329815.post-112377885213588070</id><published>2005-08-11T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:47:32.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking this out</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my first time ever using a blog.  I've heard so much about it and I thought it would be a great way for me to express my thoughts.  Although I was pretty skeptical about posting personal thoughts and feelings on the internet, I must say that this is a great way for me to let it all out.  Of course, within reason.  lol.  I guess that is all for my first post.  I'll be back real soon to add more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15329815-112377885213588070?l=angel1274.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/feeds/112377885213588070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15329815&amp;postID=112377885213588070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112377885213588070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15329815/posts/default/112377885213588070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel1274.blogspot.com/2005/08/checking-this-out.html' title='Checking this out'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14357443610303875410</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>
