<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 01:27:15 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Life of Miss Magoo</title><description>Daily Musings of The Faux Pas Queen</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-4746993716832075180</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 06:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T18:53:29.704-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Tattoo :)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZVc9QF_g1w/RhXjecvQWgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xS_PgE18Gog/s1600-h/mytattoo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZVc9QF_g1w/RhXjecvQWgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xS_PgE18Gog/s400/mytattoo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050192669415856642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got it yesterday night, my first day in CA! :) I absolutely love it and really it doesn't hurt as bad as people say it does! I was really freaking out at first, but when he started tattooing me it almost didn't hurt at all! :) And it is totally worth it! :)&lt;br /&gt;Next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-4746993716832075180?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-tattoo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZVc9QF_g1w/RhXjecvQWgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xS_PgE18Gog/s72-c/mytattoo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-8051735008936858528</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-19T16:30:14.507-04:00</atom:updated><title>Back Again!! :)</title><description>Hello to everyone who checks on my Blog periodically.... I am so very sorry I have been away for so long! I just have been going through some rough time right now... for those of you who don't know this, I have been stuck in a divorce since last May! But seems like things are finally coming to an end! *SIGH* But right now I have been busy trying to find a place to rent for me and my 4yr. old son. So life has been pretty hectic these past few weeks. I also have a trip coming up to visit my sister up in California! :) This should be a good one! As I just LOOOOOVE California!! :) Not to mention how much I miss my sis! :) I'm really looking forward to this and hoping it will be a good break in my life! I just have been really stressed out and overwhelmed with all the changes so far and new changes to come! You get used to living a certain life, no matter how bad it was you know? That was your life, and now I will have a totally different one! In a totally different home, different town probably, different life style.....  So it's a bit scary even though I know it is the best thing that could have happened to me, as I've been unhappy for the past I'd say at least 4 years! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just letting everyone know...  Hahhaaa... "everyone know" ?? Hardly anyone knows this blog exists and comes to read it :) but for the few people that knows my blog (like my sister) :)... Just letting you know, I'm back again and will try to post more often... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-8051735008936858528?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-2351693057196477698</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2006 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-10T12:59:20.561-05:00</atom:updated><title>Do Frogs REALLY Taste Like Chicken?? Well Let's  Hear It From The EXPERTS!! Shall We??</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogadorn.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogadorn.com/graphics/humor/humor00008.jpg" border=0 alt="BlogAdorn.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogadorn.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogadorn.com/graphics/website/ad.gif" border=0 alt="BlogAdorn.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-2351693057196477698?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-frogs-really-taste-like-chicken-well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-170192138219378832</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2006 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-10T12:50:22.835-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Simple Truth About Men and Women</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogadorn.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogadorn.com/graphics/_artists/blogadorn/ba00192.jpg" border=0 alt="Visit The Artist's Website!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogadorn.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogadorn.com/graphics/website/ad.gif" border=0 alt="BlogAdorn.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogadorn.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogadorn.com/graphics/_artists/blogadorn/ba00193.jpg" border=0 alt="Visit The Artist's Website!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogadorn.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogadorn.com/graphics/website/ad.gif" border=0 alt="BlogAdorn.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-170192138219378832?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/simple-truth-about-men-and-women.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-935424411604274191</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2006 04:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-02T00:57:15.354-04:00</atom:updated><title>Banned from Starbucks!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/1600/starbucks.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/200/starbucks.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Fargasch Family(Grandma and her two daughters and her grandson) enter Starbucks. They order one espresso, one tall hot chocolate, one frapuccino, one chocolate cup cake and one pumpkin spice glazed donut. They get a table and they sit. They start to sip their beverages and the grandson starts to eat the cup cake. He eats almost half cup cake and moves on to the donut. He tries his mom's hot chocolate and decides it's not for him and goes to try his aunt's frapuccino. "Yummy!" he shouts! He's shoving the donut in his mouth like he hasn't eaten in months! Accidently he spits a piece of donut in his aunt's frapuccino. Then he grabs the cup cake and as he's unwrapping it he drops it and his aunt was able to rescue it before hitting the floor. By this time we have cup cake and donut crumbs all over our table, floor and grandson's face! We're all cracking up and all of a sudden grandson sneezes on the left over rescued cup cake and donut and when he sneezed he startled his mom causing her to tip over her hot chocolate onto the table and spilling it all over the plate with left over rescued cup cake and donut and all over the floor! Aftermath: sneezed on rescued cup cake and donut are soaked in hot chocolate, frapuccino contains floating cake particles, table, plate and floor are filthy....... Bottom line: grandson is happy!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-935424411604274191?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/banned-from-starbucks_01.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-2446271566389580821</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2006 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-01T21:41:04.438-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bug Bully: A Cricket's Life Part II</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/1600/105_0341_edited.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/200/105_0341_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this was life for Harry (that's what I named it). "He" lived this way down in my basement for approximately four days. The good thing is that "he" stopped singing the way "he" used to! Harry became my son's best friend. Everyday he'd have to go down the stairs to talk to his best pal Harry.&lt;br /&gt;They bonded.&lt;br /&gt;I was now beginning to worry,  because I knew we coudn't keep Harry as our pet. The reason for that was my soon to be ex husband. Him and I had a massive argument the other day about what to do with Harry. He was telling me what I should or shouldn't so with Harry, and so we started the argument, because technically Harry was mine! I found him, I captured him, I found a little piece of land in our basement for him, so he was under my custody! I KNEW what was best for him! And for you to find out what happened next, please stay tuned to Season Finale of "Bug Bully: A Cricket's Life." In a blog in September!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you've missed Bug Bully: A Cricket's Life, click &lt;a href="http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/bug-bully-crickets-life.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-2446271566389580821?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/bug-bully-crickets-life-part-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-8204049663638727228</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2006 19:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-01T16:18:38.626-04:00</atom:updated><title>Take a Pebble</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/1600/Pebbles.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/400/Pebbles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/1600/whaletale.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/400/whaletale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/1600/DaytonaBeach.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/400/DaytonaBeach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/1600/CamouflageBird.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/400/CamouflageBird.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/1600/Weirdfish.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/400/Weirdfish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/1600/SeaLion.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/400/SeaLion.jpg" alt="" 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/33070813-8204049663638727228?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/take-pebble.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-115688648428863126</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Aug 2006 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-29T22:19:35.886-04:00</atom:updated><title>Junior Software Engineer</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/1600/RyanComputa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/320/RyanComputa1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so funny that day, when my sister gave my son her headphones so he could watch his movies on his laptop without interrupting our TV&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/1600/RyanComputa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/200/RyanComputa2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sound! He kept looking at us talking and he couldn't hear anything we were saying so he kept pulling his headphones out of one of his ears and asking us: "What? what??"  So cuuute! :)&lt;br /&gt;He takes it after his Auntie/Godmother Nattie on the computer stuff! He's not even 4 years old yet and when it comes to computers he's an expert! He turns it on and put his games or DVDs on it and presses start etc... :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-115688648428863126?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/junior-software-engineer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-115639155137757165</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-24T00:05:54.376-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Future Tattoo (and first!)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/1600/MyFutureTattooSankofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/320/MyFutureTattooSankofa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here goes a picture and the meaning of the tattoo I am thinking of getting as soon as my divorce is finally OVER! Any suggestions of where to get it? I was thinking you know the neck/back area? right below the neck towards the shoulder area type of thing! I am open to suggestions BUT i won't get it on any of my private areas so please don't even suggest that! :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know it came out small but it says: Symbol of importance of learning from the past (which is why I want to get it! Learned from mistakes of my previous marriage and what I thought was my better half, that really turned out to be my "worse" half!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-115639155137757165?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-future-tattoo-and-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-115628613281320043</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 22:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-22T18:35:51.526-04:00</atom:updated><title>What I'd Like to do With You</title><description>Erotica, romance&lt;br /&gt;My name is Mariana&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your mistress tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to put you in a trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take you from behind&lt;br /&gt;Push myself into your mind&lt;br /&gt;When you least expect it&lt;br /&gt;Will you try and reject it&lt;br /&gt;If I'm in charge and I treat you like a child&lt;br /&gt;Will you let yourself go wild&lt;br /&gt;Let my mouth go where it wants to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up, do as I say&lt;br /&gt;Give it up and let me have my way&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to uhmm(moaning)&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to put you in a trance, all over&lt;br /&gt;Erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body&lt;br /&gt;Erotic, erotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you put your hand in the flame&lt;br /&gt;You can never be the same&lt;br /&gt;There's a certain satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;In a little bit of pain&lt;br /&gt;I can see you understand&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that you're the same&lt;br /&gt;If you're afraid, well rise above&lt;br /&gt;I only hurt the ones I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up, do as I say&lt;br /&gt;Give it up and let me have my way&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to uhmm(moaning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to put you in a trance, all over&lt;br /&gt;Erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body&lt;br /&gt;Erotic, erotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erotica, romance&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to put you in a trance&lt;br /&gt;Erotica, romance&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands all over my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know what pain is&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you've gone that way&lt;br /&gt;I could bring you so much pleasure&lt;br /&gt;I'll come to you when you say&lt;br /&gt;"I know you want me"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna hurt you"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna hurt you, just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erotic, erotic&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands all over my body&lt;br /&gt;All over me, all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erotica, [give it up, give it up] romance&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to put you in a trance&lt;br /&gt;Erotica, [give it up, give it up] romance&lt;br /&gt;I like to do a different kind of uhmmm(moaning)&lt;br /&gt;Erotica, [give it up, give it up] romance&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to put you in a trance&lt;br /&gt;Erotica, romance&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands all over my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the one that hurts you can make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;Only the one that inflicts pain can take it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eroti - ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Madonna's Erotica Lyrics}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/1600/madonnaerotica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7901/4036/200/madonnaerotica.jpg" alt="" 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/33070813-115628613281320043?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-id-like-to-do-with-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-115620778511261106</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-21T21:09:22.036-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Cricket Diet: Lose 10+ LBS in Two Weeks!</title><description>LOSE 10+ LBS IN TWO WEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really works!! Give yourself a try! And please let me know the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Go to my &lt;a href="http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/bug-bully-crickets-life.html"&gt;"Bug Bully: A Cricket's Life"&lt;/a&gt; post and right click on my cricket picture, choose "save image as" then save it in one of your files in your pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Set cricket picture as your wallpaper. (making it as large as possible!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Everytime you think about getting something to eat, go to your pc and stare at your wallpaper. It works perfectly well for those addicted to eating while working on your pc. (Like me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Unless you are a Fear Factor Winner this should work pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style26"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results not typical. CRICKET DIET PROGRAM may not work for everyone. &lt;/strong&gt;  Consult             your physician before starting this or any weight loss regimen.  Read my blog and follow directions.  Do not use Cricket Diet Program             if pregnant or nursing.  Not for use by or sale to persons under             18 years of age. Call 1-800-Cricket or visit www.CricketDiet.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please feel free to submit your before and after pictures for testimonials stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-115620778511261106?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/cricket-diet-lose-10-lbs-in-two-weeks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-115615497822337568</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 10:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-21T07:23:17.236-04:00</atom:updated><title>Human Bowling</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/1600/bowlba_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/320/bowlba_c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was on a nice crisp day that my neighbors and I decided to go bowling with our kids. We take a nice car drive to the bowling alley, the kids singing and cheering.... We finally arrive at our destination after getting lost for a few minutes. The place is crowded, everyone had the same idea we had to escape from that cold winter day.&lt;br /&gt;We walk to the counter, reserve the lane, trade our nice looking shoes for the ugly and smelly clown shoes they have.... everything is set for us to start playing our game(all we need to do is put on our shoes, program the game and of course I can't handle the heaviest balls so go on to look for lighter ones around the place). I looked back to where we were and see my son Ryan walking on the lane towards the pins! I rushed back to him running! As I step on the lane with just my socks on, it was like there was no more gravity on earth! I slipped and fell butt and back on the floor with my legs raised high up in the air! As I am falling I try to hold on to Ryan for support only to bring him down with me! Next thing I know I have a big circle of people, mainly being teenage kids looking at us. Some looked spooked, some were just laughing, some offered to help.... Bottom line, I am left with a crying kid, sore butt and back, no ugly smelly clown shoes on, no lighter bowling balls, a crowd of curious people.... Lesson learned: Never make fun of those shoes again, if I had had them on, I probably woudn't have fallen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-115615497822337568?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/human-bowling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-115613753036118103</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 05:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-21T06:01:02.956-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Most Prized Possession</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/1600/105_0322_edited.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/200/105_0322_edited.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of my life, my soulmate, the air I breath everyday, my oxygen, my most prized possession! Without him I can't live and with him I am living. He is my strength, he's the one that keeps me going, my fuel of life. Life can be tricky, nasty, difficult, turbulent, at times we may feel worthless, weak, ugly, ashamed.... But it is always when I take one good look at him that I know he's the one that at the end, makes my life all worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby! Mommy loves you! You are everything good to me, thanks for existing in my life and bringing me so much happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/1600/102_0429_edited.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/200/102_0429_edited.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Today he is almost 4 years old(09/27/2002)---------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-115613753036118103?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-most-prized-possession.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-115613372743256339</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 04:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-21T01:00:10.246-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bug Bully: A Cricket's Life</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/1600/105_0339_edited.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1655/3626/200/105_0339_edited.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the cricket I have been living with for the past 3 to 4 days! It is so annoying, it keeps singing and singing sooo loud! Today I found it down in my basement! I was trying to catch it and throw it outside but for its luck it got away while I was too busy taking pictures of it!&lt;br /&gt;Now it is still here, singing and annoying the hell out of me! No offense to all you bug lovers but I just can't stand them! They give me the creeps! Especially this one is so hairy and the antennas are so oddly long and its head shines so bright! Ewwww! I just have to hunt it down next time and trap it in a plastic cup or something and throw it outside! So please stay tuned for the next episode of Bug Bully: A Cricket's Life. Coming soon, to a blog near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-115613372743256339?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/bug-bully-crickets-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-115612660009945397</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-20T22:31:54.423-04:00</atom:updated><title>Taxi or not a Taxi? That is the question.... by Miss Magoo Shakespeare</title><description>My friend and I had plans to go out that evening to one of the clubs in the city. She worked at the JFK airport and I had gone inside to pick her up. She was running a little late and I was getting a bit anxious! My taxi was waiting for us outside(of course! he couldn't be waiting inside!) and so I started to rush her a little, you know? So finally she came out of her office and we started walking fast towards the exit! We come outside and I guided her to our taxi... "Oh so sorry for the delay Sir, please take us to the Underground Club at 42nd street and 6th Avenue...."(address made up for security purposes), I noticed the driver is looking at me with an odd look on his face, so my friend says: "Come on! What are you waiting for? Let's go! We're supposed to meet some friends and we're already a little late!" (No, I did not realize the driver was not the same, I hadn't paid attention to his face before, plus it was already very dark).&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you girls and what are you doing inside my car?" The driver asked with that same odd look from before. "Uhmm... aren't you the taxi driver?" We asked. "I am just here waiting for my wife to come, so can you two girls please get out before I get into some trouble?" He told us, again with that odd look on his face that by now was starting to freak me out! "I-I-I'm really sorry Sir." I said as we were leaving his car.&lt;br /&gt;When we got out of his car, I then began looking for the real taxi, and we just heard this man beeping his horn madly at us. I then realized that was the right taxi this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-115612660009945397?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/taxi-or-not-taxi-that-is-question-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33070813.post-115612410044639519</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-20T22:30:57.580-04:00</atom:updated><title>OBGYN's Lunch Break</title><description>An unaware OBGYN Doc goes out on a lunch break with one of his buddies. After driving for a few minutes he spotted what seemed to be a decent little Deli, he then pulls up on the parking lot and comes inside. Poor Doc didn't know what was in store for him! This man approaches the Deli counter only to find ME there! Of course he had no clue to who I was anymore, but that was not the case for me. I stared at him for a while, trying to figure it out where had I seen this familiar face before? As I was thinking for a couple of seconds I said excitedly: "Dr. K??" The man looked at me with a disoriented look on his face, not giving him time to even say anything I shouted: "You were my gynecologist!!" His face soon turned red, his buddy looked at him with a grin on his face, I probably turned as red as a tomato after realizing what had just come out of my mouth! My boss whispered in my ear "so, he's the lucky one!", all my co-workers were staring at me and him at the same time! "Oh my God! What is everyone picturing in their minds right now? NO! Please I don't want to know!" I thought to myself as I slowly found my way out of there and into the bathroom. I must have stayed in the bathroom for the next 20 minutes! Gladly noone talked about it anymore and soon time came for me to go home. *sigh*  What an unforgettable work's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33070813-115612410044639519?l=lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lifeofmissmagoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/obgyns-lunch-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss Magoo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>