<?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-32809963</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:43:40.248-07:00</updated><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Fairy Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-7322656888927515564</id><published>2007-02-21T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:49:30.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>I'm back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CBMpp7Z8r0/Rd0gG7vGSAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aa0ZzWhLcqM/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CBMpp7Z8r0/Rd0gG7vGSAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aa0ZzWhLcqM/s400/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034215261956622338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending time in St. Maarten and Anguilla (the most beautiful place created) I'm back to reality. Missed all of you xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHNT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-7322656888927515564?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/7322656888927515564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=7322656888927515564' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/7322656888927515564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/7322656888927515564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back-to-reality.html' title='I&apos;m back to reality'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CBMpp7Z8r0/Rd0gG7vGSAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aa0ZzWhLcqM/s72-c/DSC00893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116831056528498088</id><published>2007-01-08T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:42:45.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Absence Make the Heart Grow Fonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/3592/1600/750894/tinman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/3592/320/476410/tinman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow things come and go so quickly here... It's been so long since my last post. The holidays whirled me around like a cyclone. Before I knew it it was 2007. I have been having a great time. I had the best Christmas ever.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learned about blogging, it's like a gym membership. If you skip a day, it turns to three, then a week, then almost a month! This upcoming weekend I'm going back to Cali, Beverly Hills with my gal pal Katherine. Shop shop. The trip I'm really looking forward to is in February,my birthday month. Yes I celebrate everyday. Why not It's the shortest month. Chris is taking me to St. Maarten and Anguilla. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116831056528498088?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116831056528498088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116831056528498088' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116831056528498088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116831056528498088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2007/01/does-absence-make-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Does Absence Make the Heart Grow Fonder?'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116606676789565212</id><published>2006-12-13T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:38:28.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANTA BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/3592/1600/250603/DSC00739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/3592/400/646489/DSC00739.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Baby, slip a sable under the tree, For me.&lt;br /&gt;been an awful good girl, Santa baby,&lt;br /&gt;so hurry down the chimney tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fun I've missed,&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed,&lt;br /&gt;Next year I could be just as good,&lt;br /&gt;If you'll check off my Christmas list,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and trim my Christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;With some decorations bought at Tiffany's,&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe in you,&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you believe in me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALF NEKKID (Christmas Tree) THURSDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116606676789565212?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116606676789565212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116606676789565212' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116606676789565212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116606676789565212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/12/santa-baby.html' title='SANTA BABY'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116562908115289605</id><published>2006-12-08T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T18:29:56.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California dreamin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/3592/1600/696178/DSC00695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/3592/400/165030/DSC00695.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin! Ok, from the beginning. Monday 7:05 am boarded a plane to L.A. then drove to Anaheim. I had never been to Anahiem and now I know I'll never go back. The only reason I had to go in the first place was for a very big hospital convention. I'm a pixiedust pusher remember? Well actually I manage a bunch of pixedust pushers. Anyway, can you say HOTEL CALIFORNIA, it was the worst hotel hell....just in case you ever get the chance not to stay there it's the Anabella aka AnaHELLA. I was a hostage for one night because everything due to the convention was sold out. OOPs I left out a part.&lt;br /&gt;"Chia" Chris and Mia,  had sales calls in the same part of Cali, hows that for coincidence?  Another ADD moment, Chia was arrived by lightening bugs butt calling us the new benifer. Benifer? I arrived at a different combo ofour names. Moving on, yup literally. Yipee! the next night a room opened up at the Sheraton.  For those of you who have read a while you already know by my Vegas "work" post that this is a tough life. Monday night Chia blew off our dinner reservations and opted for a nap (wink) woke up hungry. So after calling several places around and NO openings we ended up at Joes Crab Shack, sorry meant to say Joes CRAP shack. Tuesday night MUCH better went to Beverly Hills and had the most incredible sushi at KOI. I know I'm famous.  I'm really likin the Beverly Hills, no no I am lovin it! Wednesday work until 2:30, God I love my job. Chia pulls the car up and we go back to B.H. Oh no folks not just back to any old place but the ultimate ( pinching myself again) THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL.  I can't even describe it. You HAVE to go on the website and check it out. It is a palace brimming over with nostalgia. Four hours until dinner at The Ivy. Tick tock Tick Toc...  What can Mia accomplish in four hours in Beverly Hills? Four sweaters, two pairs of leggings, two camis, one strapless dress, one mini, a pair of skinny straight leg jeans, cute panties and one pair of boots whew! Did I mention the partridge in the pear tree?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at The Ivy was d-lish and very romantic. Upon returning to our hotel (ha our hotel) we finished the evening off with a drink in the Polo bar then back to our suite.  Bubbles bubbles in the bath, thats all I'm giving up to you there. I'm just going to end this post with this: It was one if not the most magical and memorable 24 hours I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cha cha cha CHIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116562908115289605?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116562908115289605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116562908115289605' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116562908115289605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116562908115289605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/12/california-dreamin.html' title='California dreamin'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116555362909792744</id><published>2006-12-07T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:53:49.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING SOON!</title><content type='html'>I know I have not posted in a week. Some probably have not even noticed or care. Some may have been wondering where I have been. Well, another work trip this time California. There is so much to say and see I have to leave this as a teaser (kinda like a movie trailer) until I can catch up and tell you my adventures. Stay tuned and I hope you all had a great week!!!!! xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116555362909792744?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116555362909792744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116555362909792744' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116555362909792744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116555362909792744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/12/coming-soon.html' title='COMING SOON!'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116486248889785938</id><published>2006-11-29T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:07:22.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/3592/1600/137416/DSC00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/3592/320/837104/DSC00090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer my daughter and I went to Hawaii. We spent 8 days in paradise. Tonight the weatherman said "brace for ice and snow. Accumulations Thursday night 6-10 inches. WHAAAAAA, Hawaii sounds REALLY good in December&lt;br /&gt;Happy HNT everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116486248889785938?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116486248889785938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116486248889785938' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116486248889785938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116486248889785938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreams-of-paradise.html' title='Dreams of paradise'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116475851714365605</id><published>2006-11-28T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:26:09.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG I'm it!</title><content type='html'>My First Tag ( and I'm not talking watches) Hollz tagged and I promised to play. I have it figured out now.  Ok Ok, lets not have a Mia tagging frenzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: what are you proud of? My daughter. I have been raising her practically on my own since she was three months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: What time do you wake up in the morning? Hmmm I wake up at 5:45. Hit snooze a few then get up around 6:10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: If there was one person from the past that you could go back and talk to who would it be?  Ma ( my grandmother) I think of her almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name 5 things in your freezer at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;Edamame&lt;br /&gt;Frozen mangos&lt;br /&gt;spinach ricotta ravioli&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: do you believe in afterlife? I'm not sure so I'm living like everyday is Christmas and every night is New years eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: what are 5 sites you visit daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSNBC&lt;br /&gt;Pharmaceutical business review&lt;br /&gt;Blogger&lt;br /&gt;Aol&lt;br /&gt;Some shopping or travel site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 5 things you ate that you would never eat again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milk bone dog biscut&lt;br /&gt;Caviar&lt;br /&gt;liver&lt;br /&gt;one of those disgusting red sausages in a jar at a dive bar&lt;br /&gt;Quail egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: 5 things that make you sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter is sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People suffering in pain from lack of food, addictions, disease, poverty, lack of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom smoking everyday as I hear the wheezing and witness the slow suicide. Knowing my daughter will lose her grandmother to the same thing I lost mine to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger friends that are tagged...Ceeci, LeeAnn, Hoosiergirl ( i know I didn't do yours)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116475851714365605?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116475851714365605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116475851714365605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116475851714365605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116475851714365605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/11/tag-im-it.html' title='TAG I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116468282457814446</id><published>2006-11-27T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:29:45.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOST THANKFUL FOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00588.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00588.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had THE BEST Thanksgiving ever. My daughter and I went to New York City. It was her first time. I grew up in Westchester N.Y. until about the 7th grade. My parents divorced. My mom, brother and I moved to Florida. My Dad stayed in New York for the best treatments offered at Albert Einstein Hospital for his brain cancer. We would fly up from Florida quite often and spend summers in NYC.  We all had great times. Some of my very best memories were right there. Ice skating at Rockerfeller Center, the Rockettes, Carriage rides through Central Park, Fao Schwartz, Hot dogs from street vendors, pizza by the slice bigger than your face, the list goes on. This year I was able to experience all of this and more through my daughter's eyes. As if the trip could not get any better my mom, John (her s.o. of 10 years) and one of my nephews met us there. We had Thanksgiving dinner at Tavern on the Green. On Friday Chris flew in and spent the weekend with us and we all saw WICKED on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;A little over eight years ago my daughter was born. I never knew how much love I was capable of giving. It continues to grow and at times over flows. Not one day goes by I am not Thankful. She is my most precious gift. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you had a really wonderful holiday. I never understood this whole blog thing until a friend of mine introduced me to it.  You know who you are, and Thanks. My blogland friends rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116468282457814446?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116468282457814446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116468282457814446' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116468282457814446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116468282457814446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/11/most-thankful-for_27.html' title='THE MOST THANKFUL FOR...'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116424877225196952</id><published>2006-11-22T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:40:57.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/3592/1600/595842/DSC00527_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/3592/320/682479/DSC00527_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another special person I'm thankful for is Chris. He recently came into my life but it could not have been at a better time. You know when everything is just right to meet the right person and you don't even expect it? You may have read in a few previous posts how much we are enjoying each other. It's great to have a connection with someone who "gets you" even more important accepts you for all you are. If life truly is a fairytale, I am a real life Cinderella, he treats me like a princess! You know what they say, If the glass slipper fits...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116424877225196952?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116424877225196952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116424877225196952' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116424877225196952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116424877225196952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/11/thankful-continued.html' title='Thankful continued...'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116396800045889066</id><published>2006-11-19T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T12:27:57.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats what friends are for.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/get-attachment-1.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/get-attachment-1.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is Thanksgiving. I have so very much to be thankful  for and will be sharing in upcoming blogs. Today I want to introduce my BBF ( Best friend forever) Margaret.  We met around this time of year and have been the best of friends. The kind of friend you have that is there for you no matter what. She is there for me not  only for the fun party shopping girlie play time, but also in the down in the dumps or when you've been dumped times. She is an incredible person. A single mom of a 12 yo boy, has a demanding full time job, and is finishing school. She has a full life but still makes time for us. We connect on many levels, have very similar backgrounds, experiences, and life dreams. We have laughed and cried together. She is my soul sister or as Margaret likes to say... sister sledge.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girl, you are the best.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mia xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116396800045889066?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116396800045889066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116396800045889066' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116396800045889066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116396800045889066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/11/thats-what-friends-are-for_19.html' title='Thats what friends are for.....'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116363817323972826</id><published>2006-11-15T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:00:55.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEWELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/Photo%2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/400/Photo%2024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds aren't always a girl's best friend.....&lt;br /&gt;Happy Half Nekkid Thursday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116363817323972826?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116363817323972826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116363817323972826' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116363817323972826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116363817323972826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/11/jewels.html' title='JEWELS'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116329829471411088</id><published>2006-11-11T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:26:32.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Not In Kansas anymore....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/Photo%2029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/Photo%2029.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We aren't so sexy now are we... With the dust bunny broom and a bucket full of bleach water. Saturday night, my daughter is watching a movie and I turned into the wicked witch of the west. I'll  get you my pretty and your little DIRT too. Ever clean and clean and then take a look and things look worse than when you started?! This just happened to me. I call it zig zag cleaning. I zigged into a closet to start cleaning and organizing. I realized that a box of pictures should be put into another room. When I got ( zagged) in that room, I noticed a few other things that should be put in to the aforementioned closet. On the way (zig) to the closet I thought damn my floor looks really bad, so I got (zag) a broom.  I had to pee so I went to the bathroom and realized as I was washing my hands I needed to clean the sink and mirror. I went to  get (zag)  the glass cleaner and paper towel. When I opened the cabinet to get the windex and paper towel I realized the cabinet could use some organizing.... zig zag zig zag. .. A really hot bath, candles and a glass of champagne is sounding way more productive right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116329829471411088?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116329829471411088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116329829471411088' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116329829471411088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116329829471411088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/11/were-not-in-kansas-anymore.html' title='We&apos;re Not In Kansas anymore....'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116303899198209273</id><published>2006-11-08T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:42:35.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRONT and BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/Photo%2029_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/Photo%2029_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/Photo%2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/Photo%2030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These panties were brought to you courtesy of my new favorite Nordstrom's shopping buddy....... Make sure you say thanks&lt;br /&gt;Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116303899198209273?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116303899198209273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116303899198209273' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116303899198209273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116303899198209273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/11/front-and-back.html' title='FRONT and BACK'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116294487638304059</id><published>2006-11-07T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:52:42.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/images.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/images.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/mom-jeans.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mom-jeans.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens to a woman? After the baby comes she feels she has to cut off all her hair, discontinue any make up application, drive a  mini van, wear keds, and buy the TADA... "Mom Jeans."  Do some feel it is a right of passage? I just don't get it. I need someone to explain this phenom to me. Then something even more horrid occurs...... Nooooooooooooo, NOT the HOLIDAY SWEATERS....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116294487638304059?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116294487638304059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116294487638304059' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116294487638304059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116294487638304059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-does-this-happen.html' title='WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN?'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116243786345642904</id><published>2006-11-01T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:27:14.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOES GONE WILD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00560_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00560_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00559.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00560.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR COULD IT BE SHE'S GONE WILD?  To all you shoe lovers: aren't these FAB!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Half Nekkid Thursday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116243786345642904?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116243786345642904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116243786345642904' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116243786345642904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116243786345642904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/11/shoes-gone-wild_01.html' title='SHOES GONE WILD'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116218328846946563</id><published>2006-10-29T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:59:54.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a WEEKEND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00486.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out Friday night with a WORLD SERIES WIN. I was there! It was incredible. I'll never forget it. That night will be with me forever. Saturday, my friends at Nordtroms got another visit. I think they missed me. Pictures forthcoming of the haul. The new shoes would make a great HNT....now there's an idea! Saturday night getting in the Halloween spirit I opened a video I bought way long ago, One hour photo. EEEWWWWW can you say creepy. It did the trick. Sunday an amazing brunch with my best friend and two really great guys. After brunch we headed over to see Running with Scissors, great movie, dark comedy. A go see if you think your life was dysfunctional, you will feel completely normal by the time you leave. The acting is fantastic. My weekend was  even more fantastic!  I hope yours was too! What did you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116218328846946563?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116218328846946563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116218328846946563' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116218328846946563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116218328846946563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-weekend.html' title='What a WEEKEND!'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116183733292368265</id><published>2006-10-25T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:36:48.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RED HOT Cardinals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/400/DSC00499.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116183733292368265?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116183733292368265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116183733292368265' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116183733292368265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116183733292368265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/10/red-hot-cardinals.html' title='RED HOT Cardinals!'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116162924095222030</id><published>2006-10-23T11:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:47:20.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia's Magic Shopping Spell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/22906099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/22906099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I LOVE shopping. Surprise! I like to think of myself as a consumer supporting and contributing to the economy. Most men as we know do not really like to shop. They shop if they have to. It's a mission accomplishment type thing, similar to their sexual behavior and conquest. Another blog topic...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, moving on. I'm dating "Chris" Chris is NOT a shopper. Chris does not like shopping. He has the guy at the store pick out stuff, he tries, then buys. Shopping completed... b-o-r-i-n-g. Gets the essentials suit shirt tie, did I mention boring. Saturday morning Chris mentions he has to pick up alterations from Nordstrom. I mention I have a return. Chris says, " PERFECT! Lets go together. My brain kicks in...... ding ding ding, do you  have any idea what you are getting into?  Lyrics from an Eagles song start going on in my head " You can check out anytime you like, But you can never leave! &lt;br /&gt;Chris likes my fun game, it's called fashion show. I pick out you try on, you pick out I try on.... Five hours later (a short crab bisque break at the cafe) store is closing.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Chris's purchases:&lt;br /&gt;4 long sleeve awesome shirts&lt;br /&gt;2 silk blend undershirts&lt;br /&gt;2 pair of trendy jeans&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of cologne&lt;br /&gt;1 goody bag of samples I got from chatting it up with the men's fragrance gal&lt;br /&gt;I fashion show from Mia&lt;br /&gt;And Chris didn't like shopping.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116162924095222030?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116162924095222030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116162924095222030' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116162924095222030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116162924095222030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/10/mias-magic-shopping-spell_116162924095222030.html' title='Mia&apos;s Magic Shopping Spell'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116123585808354513</id><published>2006-10-18T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:30:58.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVING SO MUCH FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00473.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are too, HAPPY HALF NEKKID THURSDAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116123585808354513?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116123585808354513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116123585808354513' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116123585808354513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116123585808354513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/10/having-so-much-fun.html' title='HAVING SO MUCH FUN!'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116102463190256821</id><published>2006-10-16T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:27:40.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Fashioned Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/400/DSC00453.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a quick stop at the market to pick up a few groceries for the week. My daughter just loves my homemade lunches. Many of the other kids at school bring "Lunchables", which I fondly call "CRAP-ables. Many moms in my neighborhood do not work, Could they at least throw some real honey roasted turkey on some bread? Nope, instead they opt for the process cheese product and mystery meat on crackers. Poor little Tommy has ADD, ADDDHD, ADDDDHHDD, WHY? Couldn't be because he just woofed down 2000 megagrams of nitrates followed by 12 ounces of fructose corn syrup, and we can't forget the special s'more treat with extra frosting. Calm down Tommy, It's not nice to sucker punch the teacher in the stomach while puking at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Where was I ? Oh so I'm at the deli counter waiting in line and I have to pull one of those number thingys. I look down, NO SHIT I'm number 69! There it is.. Your number 69, when called it's your turn for service.&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean, just another reason NOT to buy a lunchable. SERVICE PLEASE..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116102463190256821?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116102463190256821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116102463190256821' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116102463190256821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116102463190256821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-old-fashioned-lunch.html' title='Good Old Fashioned Lunch'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116061259484165343</id><published>2006-10-11T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:46:09.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORKING GIRL ATTIRE, pearl necklace optional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/Photo%2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/Photo%2032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know from my previous post and comments, I was slaving away in Las Vegas for a Pharmacetuical Convention. I just got back. Tomorrow is an office day. Will the work never end? Thanks to all of you who felt sorry for the grueling days I had on my work trip. Oh and yes, I always wear business attire to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy half nekkid Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116061259484165343?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116061259484165343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116061259484165343' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116061259484165343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116061259484165343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/10/working-girl-attire-pearl-necklace.html' title='WORKING GIRL ATTIRE, pearl necklace optional'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116037576813021876</id><published>2006-10-08T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:04:53.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Play and a little work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/73_20060203-014035_spa_facial.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/400/73_20060203-014035_spa_facial.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I started my day: Woke up and got a venti no water chai latte. Then I sashayed down to the Canyon Ranch Spa for a signature facial and foot massage. After I was glowing, sat in the steam room and then finished off with a nice cool shower. I returned back to my suite, read the paper, goofed around on the computer emails etc. Then I went to work, this is where my day really got tough. I had to work the trade show for three hours! Jeez, can you believe it?  I mean it is Sunday, there was quite a bit of work I could have been doing at the sports book. Anyway, I made it through. Thank god they had a nice lunch in the middle of the working hours. I FINALLY finished working around 3:30 and just in time to pick up the clothes I had altered from yesterdays little shopping excursion. Whew, I'm tired. I've got a dinner to go to tonight. Back to the grind tomorrow, oh yes I love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116037576813021876?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116037576813021876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116037576813021876' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116037576813021876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116037576813021876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-play-and-little-work.html' title='All Play and a little work'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116023063665448797</id><published>2006-10-07T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T07:27:52.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNEXPECTED EXPECTATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/images.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/400/images.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for many of you that have visited me it's no secret that I have been on an internet dating service. For some of my feelings about it go back to post FIRST KISS LAST KISS. I had mentioned it has been exhausting. I was encouraged  by the comments I got and how many of you out there in blog land actually met your significants "online".  I continued with my cause, finding or (them finding me) that one special person.&lt;br /&gt;I recently met a great man and we had several dates until I learned while he has indicated his marriage has been over for years, he's not divorced yet.  The process has just started. It has always been my opinion and rule, not to date someone that has not been divorced at least a year.  I've been through it and there is quite a bit of recovery and healing that needs to take place even if you are happy with the divorce. That's my other belief, divorces are not happy. It's and ending, a breakdown, a failure. Someone you once loved and spent time with is now reduced to who gets the "good" silverware. Fortunately my divorce was 6 years ago and we did not have any good silverware. It was amicable. Even though we divorced and it was not a fighting match. It still takes time to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was ready to sign off Internet Dating for good and continue to meet my dates at whole foods or starbucks..... the "internet people" sent me a list of "possible matches" -they are nice like that.&lt;br /&gt;One jumped off the page. I did not have my "profile" visible so it was a challenge for me to email and make my unusual introduction. I made a short little email and also offered up my blog, just so he knew what a crack pot I was. &lt;br /&gt;We chatted a bit on the phone and made a time to quickly meet.  At the last minute I decided I really did not want to go. I just  lolly gagged around the house, clock ticking phone in hand to cancel. Then I picked up a pair of jeans from my floor, threw on a black t-shirt, (ok the shoes were awesome) and ran out the door. Powdered my face and lip glossed in the car. Yikes I did not even brush my hair. We meet, I melt...... to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as soon as I finish my longest post ever, I'll pack and leave for Vegas until Wednesday.  It's for work. Did I mention I love my job? &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116023063665448797?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116023063665448797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116023063665448797' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116023063665448797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116023063665448797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/10/unexpected-expectations.html' title='UNEXPECTED EXPECTATIONS'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-116000509149417325</id><published>2006-10-04T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T07:41:14.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUGHT IN THE RAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/Photo%2026.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/400/Photo%2026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAIN RAIN GO AWAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make up the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Breast Cancer awareness month.&lt;br /&gt;Click on my half nekkid thursday button for&lt;br /&gt;more information on the boobiethon. It's for&lt;br /&gt;a great cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHNT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-116000509149417325?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/116000509149417325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=116000509149417325' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116000509149417325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/116000509149417325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/10/caught-in-rain.html' title='CAUGHT IN THE RAIN'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115962896458134689</id><published>2006-09-30T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T08:20:17.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HYPOALLERGENIC PUSSY ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/images.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biotech firm Allerca has concocted kittys for people who are allergic to animals.  The San Diego based company started selling the felines this month. Are you ready for this? Your little Hypo puss will set you back $3,950.  Allerca indicated it had to test a very large number of cats trying to find the cats that do not carry the protien contained in cat saliva, fur and skin which produces allergies. Those cats were then used to breed the hypoallergenic cats.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with this beside the obvious? &lt;br /&gt;I think while they are at it they should do quite a bit more to make the perfect cat. What you say? Well... how about a cat that doesn't take a big crap in a box then after it's done covering it up with it's pee pee litter decide to take a stroll on the kitchen counter. Or a cat that doesn't lick itself for an entire day then decides to roll around on your nice clean laundry or take a nap. Or maybe make a cat that actually can hear. Cats never listen.  Anyone care to add to my list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115962896458134689?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115962896458134689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115962896458134689' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115962896458134689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115962896458134689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/hypoallergenic-pussy.html' title='HYPOALLERGENIC PUSSY ?'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115938300675406011</id><published>2006-09-27T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:40:20.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME FALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/Photo%2027.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/400/Photo%2027.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunflowers, the colors of Autumn, crisp air, apples dripping with caramel, mmmm... What do you love about fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHNT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115938300675406011?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115938300675406011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115938300675406011' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115938300675406011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115938300675406011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome-fall.html' title='WELCOME FALL'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115924021897787661</id><published>2006-09-25T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:33:30.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORDER CONTROL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my daughter's 8th birthday bash. We had a Hollywood theme. A good friend of mine was very kind to allow 12 seven and eight year olds into his home.  He has an awesome home complete with a movie theatre, a real theatre!  Soooo the girls are invited to a Hollywood premiere of sorts. I love party planning so we had everything down to the red carpet entrance. All the girls arrived in movie star dress up attire. Music blasting, paparazzi snapping photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final touches were putting together the gift bags ( as they say in Hollywood) swag bags.  I put note pads, pen (autographs you know) star lollipops, you get the idea. So at the last minute checking out of the store..... IMPULSE ITEM! a package of mexican jumping beans. Ok, so it does not go but I thought how cool, the kids will love em. I get everything home put together the gift bags and go to bed. Here's the good part, they all decided to jump at once. It was like a mexican jumping bean dance party. Beans gone wild. What the hell is in those things?  I'll tell you,  ewwwww. Moths eeewwwww again.To see in action: http://www.jambell.com/other/jumping_beans.html Why are they mexican and why don't we have border control for these disgusting little Larvae?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115924021897787661?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115924021897787661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115924021897787661' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115924021897787661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115924021897787661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/border-control.html' title='BORDER CONTROL?'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115879907587866498</id><published>2006-09-20T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:47:57.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIMITED EXPOSURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/Photo%2023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/400/Photo%2023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I DARE LET YOU SEE &lt;br /&gt;MY INNER SELF, THE THOUGHTS OF ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I CHOOSE TO LET YOU IN&lt;br /&gt;OR KEEP YOU IMAGINING THE PLACE I'VE BEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU KEEP ME SAFE AND SECURE&lt;br /&gt;CHERISH MY INNOCENCE WHAT'S LEFT AND PURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL I KNOW IT CAN'T BE DISCLOSED&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO TAKE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTIALLY EXPOSED-&lt;br /&gt;mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhnt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115879907587866498?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115879907587866498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115879907587866498' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115879907587866498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115879907587866498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/limited-exposure_20.html' title='LIMITED EXPOSURE'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115869044821010583</id><published>2006-09-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:27:28.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIP/TUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my chosen career I am exposed to many medical advancements, studies and research documents. Here is one that came across the wire today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penis transplant was reversed after two weeks. Surgeons at Guangzhou General Hospital in China performed a fifteen hour surgery on a 44 year old man. His penis had been severely damaged in a traumatic accident. ( ? remember the Bobbits)&lt;br /&gt;The micro surgery (you'll see why it was called micro read on) was successful. However the penis was removed two weeks later because of severe psychological problems of the recipient and his wife. The FOUR inch organ had to be CUT OFF. The patient finally decided to give up further treatment because of his wife's psychological rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK: It's bad enough your original unit is damaged beyond repair. Then You get all excited because you have just been informed, "We have a penis donor!" Wooohoo. You go through the surgery.... wake up... and check out your brand new package. OMG!!!! It's smaller than a thumb!&lt;br /&gt;As if that's not bad enough (guys worst nightmare) your wife needs major meds and shock treatment at the sight of it. AAAAHHH&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion: Perhaps when considering a penis transplant, avoid china and maybe go to Africa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115869044821010583?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115869044821010583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115869044821010583' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115869044821010583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115869044821010583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/niptuck.html' title='NIP/TUCK'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115845536874024261</id><published>2006-09-16T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:59:30.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Master-Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/get-attachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/get-attachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while you come across something you just have to share.  If you are "into" the arts then here you go. I must admit it is like nothing I have ever seen before. The closest I've ever come to seeing anything like this was at a Maxim party in Chicago. All the beautiful models were walking around with really amazing bodies and clothes. The thing is they were airbrushed clothes! Very cool. &lt;br /&gt;Question? Do you think he would be popular in prison?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115845536874024261?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115845536874024261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115845536874024261' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115845536874024261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115845536874024261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/master-piece.html' title='A Master-Piece'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115820482814252754</id><published>2006-09-13T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:01:02.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HHNT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00222.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this week's theme is "gardening" day but the only thing I know how to grow is my hair....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115820482814252754?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115820482814252754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115820482814252754' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115820482814252754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115820482814252754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/hhnt.html' title='HHNT!'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115799921485351942</id><published>2006-09-11T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:18:59.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST KISS, LAST KISS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/kissafrog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/kissafrog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling... you get a little flushed, your stomach gets the jitters, your lips finally touch, it's electric. WOW! Your very first kiss. I have had many first kisses and quite honestly I'm getting tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret to those who have recently joined me on this new adventure called blogging, I'm a single mom. I'm smart, witty, and consider myself attractive inside and out. I have a great career and I do my very best (with my boss's help) to balance executive life with running back and forth to room parent duties, brownie troop volunteer and 20 minute lunches with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've have and am doing the internet dating scene, by far better than the bar scene. However, I have to tell you it's exhausting. The emailing, the phone calls and then the build up to the....Meeting.  Some good, some not so good and some quite honestly a waste of lip gloss. This in itself could be a whole blog forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult to find a "match?" All I know these days is I'm wanting that first jittery, butterflies in your stomach, electric first kiss to be my very last, first kiss. SMOOOCHES to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTERTHOUGHT:  I posted the above on my lunch hour.  By design I did not want to post anything about 9/11. The intention was not for disrespect or lack of empathy. It had recieved so much attention all weekend, if you think about it, the last five years we have heard some reference to it everyday. By the time I left for work this morning I had heard every name and endless tearful stories. &lt;br /&gt;Then on my after lunch drive back to the office, a shiver went up my spine and a pit in my stomach. I thought about my post FIRST KISS, LAST KISS&lt;br /&gt;How many people five years ago today did not know that the kiss they gave thier loved one would be the last?&lt;br /&gt;To all: Give someone you love a kiss today and everyday &lt;br /&gt;XO Mia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115799921485351942?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115799921485351942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115799921485351942' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115799921485351942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115799921485351942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-kiss-last-kiss.html' title='FIRST KISS, LAST KISS'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115767252273176289</id><published>2006-09-07T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:42:02.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOSSOMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/P1000587_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/P1000587_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first Half Nekkid Thursday post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115767252273176289?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115767252273176289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115767252273176289' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115767252273176289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115767252273176289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/blossoms.html' title='BLOSSOMS'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115758613145661034</id><published>2006-09-06T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:52:32.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NO DEMI, but I'll give it a try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/43973393C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/43973393C.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after much persistence nd convincing, I did it. I agreed to "the date" with "the guy". It's tonight and I should be getting ready. Why the hesitation? Why did I put him on hold for so long? Well it's the age thing. He's 23. All the cliches. Cradle robber, baby blitzer, Milf, etc. etc. Then I started thinking, Demi does it, Susan Sarandon, Cher, Genna Davis, Goldie Hawn, Jullianne Moore to name a few. WTF, I have nothing to lose and a whole new life experience to gain. I better go get ready, I'm not getting any younger. Oh and his names not Ashton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115758613145661034?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115758613145661034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115758613145661034' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115758613145661034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115758613145661034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-no-demi-but-ill-give-it-try.html' title='I AM NO DEMI, but I&apos;ll give it a try'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115738002882938814</id><published>2006-09-04T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T07:27:08.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocodiles of the world rejoice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/australia_crocodile_hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/australia_crocodile_hunter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not get me wrong, I'm not a fan of tragedy. I'm also not a fan of taunting animals for the sake of sensationalism. This is what "the Croc Hunter" did. I did not read about him saving the rainforest or heading up greenpeace. He was about dare devil tricks involving dangerous animals and at one point his BABY!&lt;br /&gt;His death while tragic could come right out of the Alanis song IRONIC. Isn't it ironic that you are filming a show called World's Deadliest Animals and you die by one?&lt;br /&gt;May he rest in peace I know the Crocs will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115738002882938814?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115738002882938814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115738002882938814' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115738002882938814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115738002882938814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/crocodiles-of-world-rejoice.html' title='Crocodiles of the world rejoice'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115733192598372786</id><published>2006-09-03T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:53:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Laborious Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00211.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Florida for the weekend visiting family. Dysfunction Junction as we like to call it. It's a blast. The family loves it when I come, one reason of many- I'm an excellent cook.  It was requested that I prepare a meal. I love cooking and I always cook in high heels. It's the domestic goddess princess in me. The menu, grilled beef tenderloin with a bernaise sauce, my famous, creamy garlic mashed potatoes, broccoli and a BLT salad. I cooked every bite. After everyone at the junction snarfed down the meal, It was smoke time. I'm the only family member that does not smoke, so I also get clean up duty. Hey, good for them. I'm sure there is nothing like a Pall Mall apertif to finish off a great meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Labor: Last night the girls of the junction decided to go out for dinner. We were going to celebrate my nieces 10th and my daughter's upcoming 8th birthdays. OMG, we go to  the WORKARAUNT of all workaraunts. The MELTING POT. As if 100 bucks per couple is not enough... You have to cook your own food! Boil it to be exact, in a pot of broth. Isn't that called soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of workaraunts now that I'm on a roll. Panera bread. I love them, but I think they have taken self service a bit too far. Not only do they want you to bring your tray to the trash (I'm fine with that) they want you to sort. Yes! Sort your dishes, paper, utensils and glasses. What's next asking you to come in the back to rinse and load the dishwasher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All fun aside, I had a great weekend at the junction. I hope you had a fun Labor Day weekend too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115733192598372786?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115733192598372786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115733192598372786' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115733192598372786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115733192598372786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/09/very-laborious-weekend.html' title='A Very Laborious Weekend'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115707583261342398</id><published>2006-08-31T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:02:28.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER COMIC BOOB GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/Photo%2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/Photo%2015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was SUPER COMIC BOOK GIRL  If I did not like the way the day was going..  I could simply tear out that page. Or how about being in a grocery store line that says 8 items or less and the jerk in front of you has 20. You could zap 19 of his items with your super powers. If I were a comic book girl, I'd be super sonic. I'd have xray vision, flying ability, vaporizing power, magic dust and of course bigger boobs. Yup I think that about covers it. If you were a comic book character who would you be and what powers would you have? How would you use them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115707583261342398?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115707583261342398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115707583261342398' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115707583261342398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115707583261342398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/08/super-comic-boob-girl.html' title='SUPER COMIC BOOB GIRL'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115696172521188498</id><published>2006-08-30T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:15:25.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO YOU DIDN'T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00185.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened, the day you hear about, the day you dread, the day that makes your heart sink a little. As I dropped my daughter off at school today, she rushed out of the car (her backpack almost as big as her) to catch up with friends. She was in such a hurry. I barely got the words good-bye out. So I did what any great mom would do. I rolled down the window, leaned out and shouted (at the top of my lungs) "Bye honey, have a good day I love you." She stopped dead in her tracks turned around, glared stared and then gave me the no you "did'ent" look. I looked back at her shrugged my shoulders and mouthed the word "sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;Down by her side I saw her little hand do a : 1 finger, 4 fingers, 3 fingers, 2 fingers.&lt;br /&gt;My heart filled up as well as a few tears. That's our code for I love you too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115696172521188498?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115696172521188498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115696172521188498' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115696172521188498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115696172521188498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-no-you-didnt.html' title='OH NO YOU DIDN&apos;T'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115678915724969417</id><published>2006-08-28T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:25:29.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confucius say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/index.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/index.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this great guy the very first part of June. We both love any type of Asian fare so.. on one of our first few dates we went to a Vietnamese restaurant. Awesome place, company, and all around good time. We (he) gets the check and of course the fortune cookies. He holds them up to his head and decides which one is mine. We open them up, Mine says: " The smart thing to do is to prepare for the unexpected" I read it out loud. He says, "bullshit, I got the same one". I asked the owner." hey are all these the same?" He said he has never seen two people get the same fortune cookie and I have been here 10 years. Fast forward, Two weeks ago, same great guy, different dining establishment, mmm PF Changs. Dinner, drinks, fortunes... GTFO! Same fortunes, "You will be thankful for the pleasures of the coming months"&lt;br /&gt;First, not that I believe in fortune cookies, but has anyone ever had this happen? What do you think it means?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115678915724969417?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115678915724969417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115678915724969417' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115678915724969417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115678915724969417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/08/confucius-say.html' title='Confucius say'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115652865174485570</id><published>2006-08-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T11:38:36.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW WE HAVE TO MOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/Photo%202.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/Photo%202.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUTO is no longer a planet. Our fate was decided by 424 ass-tronomers (spelling?) in Prague. What happened to the other 10,000 Ass-tronomers around the globe that were allowed to vote? Gabrielle and I have lived here for years. It is a safe environment with no crime. A great place to raise a child.&lt;br /&gt;I found our environment to be quite huge. Dwarf? What's wrong with dwarfs anyway? Discrimination is what is going on here. All of a sudden you get demoted because you are a dwarf? Snow White had 7 of them and she didn't turn out so bad, that little slut.&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like we'll have to illegally cross the border into URANUS.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that where the Ass-tronomers heads were when they made this decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115652865174485570?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115652865174485570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115652865174485570' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115652865174485570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115652865174485570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-we-have-to-move.html' title='NOW WE HAVE TO MOVE!'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115630727649482921</id><published>2006-08-22T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:34:16.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME MAY FIND THIS OFFENSIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/P1000723-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/P1000723-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at the pool party was aghast that I brought my date. Just look at the faces of those jealous souls.   They did not appreciate my PDA. I really don't care what people think of us anymore. We love each other and I'm not going to hide it. We are outing ourselves. No more hiding, we are going to live our lives like any normal couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115630727649482921?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115630727649482921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115630727649482921' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115630727649482921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115630727649482921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-may-find-this-offensive.html' title='SOME MAY FIND THIS OFFENSIVE'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115621129543020388</id><published>2006-08-21T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T05:31:18.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00178.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the cooler summer days, during my lunch, a relaxing drive( I thought) through the park, venti chai latte was in hand. I glanced to my right and saw the green creature on my window, Stay calm, is it on the inside or outside of the car window?  I drove faster hoping it would blow off. No! it was still there. GRASSHOPPER ON CAR. I took a hard right turn at 65 miles an hour out of the park,  All I could think of was get this mother fucking grasshopper off my mother fucking car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115621129543020388?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115621129543020388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115621129543020388' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115621129543020388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115621129543020388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/08/yet-another-invasion.html' title='Yet another invasion'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32809963.post-115605162829996059</id><published>2006-08-19T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:09:44.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS YOU JUST DON'T KNOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/1600/DSC00184.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/DSC00184.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our counrty is in the midst of a hanger shortage. I was horrified when I learned this today as I picked up my dry cleaning. The sign was posted in three places. Thank God they had enough hangers left for my 42 garments. Not that I'm concerned just about my clothes or anything, this is after all a SERIOUS problem. Just think of the ramifications if all the hangers in our counrty became extinct. Right now I'm thinking they are on an endangered list. I'm also thinking of putting bundles of 10 on Ebay and possibly selling the ones I have. Of course the money raised would be donated to my new charity. The SAVE A HANGER FOUNDATION. In addition to ebay you may adopt a hanger for just a penny a day.  I feel so much better now that I have contributed to such a worthy cause. Won't you reach down in the depths of your hearts and souls and support the cause with me. A hanger is a terrible thing to waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32809963-115605162829996059?l=miajustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/feeds/115605162829996059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32809963&amp;postID=115605162829996059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115605162829996059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32809963/posts/default/115605162829996059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miajustine.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-you-just-dont-know.html' title='THINGS YOU JUST DON&apos;T KNOW'/><author><name>MIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717084039205187283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3592/320/mia2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
