<?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-19507739</id><updated>2012-01-30T00:15:12.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella Lives in Bottled Water</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Fish on Hollywood Boulevard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sultry, lusty pouts&lt;br /&gt;
Come-on waves and sashayed tail&lt;br /&gt;
Stella owns this town&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;a Haiku by&lt;b&gt; Emily&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-6481474115692732204</id><published>2007-08-07T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:24:22.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm I realize that story may need more background</title><content type='html'>But it´s not really going to happen.&amp;nbsp; Mostly we argued about were we were for a very long time while flying into the san jose airport and we asked our cab driver who told us we were in san jose but mostly we realized people just agree with you here.&amp;nbsp; They try to be polite its so very texan of them.&amp;nbsp; They pretend to like you even if they don´t... of course the philipino family really liked us. they applauded at a lot we had to say like our name and what we did.&amp;nbsp; They called us amazing wome of the 21century... which we are... I know off subject.&amp;nbsp; but I realized back story isn´t that interesting if you haven´t been traveling with the five of us for a week. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-6481474115692732204?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/6481474115692732204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=6481474115692732204&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/6481474115692732204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/6481474115692732204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmm-i-realize-that-story-may-need-more.html' title='Hmm I realize that story may need more background'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-826540987060064854</id><published>2007-08-07T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:20:09.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam tells of our first night in San Jose?? or is it Alajueah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know i already told you the end of the story.&amp;nbsp; but pam wrote it out and we completely adore pam so here it is. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Here&amp;#39;s an exciting story that I have the pleasure of being the first to pass on. Elena, Maggie, Lan and I made a plan to meet Yvonne on Saturday evening --- she&amp;nbsp;was staying in a different hotel in San Jose...Yvonne (whose real first name is Wendy, by the way)&amp;nbsp;was going to walk over to our place just a couple of blocks away, according to the maps.&amp;nbsp;Plans went awry, as they do, and we traded multiple phone calls from hotel desks, never quite catching each other but getting messages translated into spanish and back into English. She was waiting for us in the rain at the corner of Central Ave and 3rd, near the cathedral and the mcdonalds. We were ALSO waiting in the rain for HOURS, not wanting to abandon her, at the corner of Central and 3rd by the cathedral and mcdonalds. (But we were grouchy because of low blood sugar. It&amp;#39;s very hard to fend for yourself after a week of having all your meals sauvely slid in front of you by Mayrol...) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yvonne finally gave up the ghost (I got that message from our hotel front desk, after we sought shelter in a cafe) around 6 pm. We gave her a call at her hotel to figure out how things got so screwed up and to say goodbye, and eventually we&amp;nbsp;figured out that we were not caught in a&amp;nbsp;wrinkle in the time-space continuum -- standing at the exact same place but in different dimensions -- but instead were in TWO DIFFERENT TOWNS. She was standing at the street corner with the cathdral and McDonalds in San Jose and we were in some little town near the airport that seemed like it might be San Jose but in actuality is&amp;nbsp; Alajuela, which unfortunately for all of us also has a McDonalds and Cathedral at its very own corner&amp;nbsp;of 3rd and Central. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The moral of this story is ask your hotel clerk what town you are actually in before trying to meet Yvonne or you will get very wet and hungry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The End.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-826540987060064854?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/826540987060064854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=826540987060064854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/826540987060064854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/826540987060064854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/08/pam-tells-of-our-first-night-in-san.html' title='Pam tells of our first night in San Jose?? or is it Alajueah?'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-1454582449827142886</id><published>2007-08-07T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:15:46.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me sporty spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay people I have a whole new hobby. I am a rafter, a white water rafter. Yes I love it.&amp;nbsp; Today was seriously one of my favorite days in costa rica.&amp;nbsp; I love rafting, it was only a level three and nothing really exciting happened.&amp;nbsp; I really need a  4.5 or 5&amp;nbsp;I´m so sporty I totally loved it.&amp;nbsp; And I jumped of a rock in to the rapids (almost rapid rapids) I really do need to become a better swimmer.&amp;nbsp; And there are more pictures of me being adventureous. are you excited -- I will post them but you must leave comments about how cool i look being all sporty.&amp;nbsp; Okay so let me tell you about today´s tour group. Three Philipino families -- 14 all together.&amp;nbsp; I do believe a family that paddles together stays together.&amp;nbsp; They are from texas, via new jersey.&amp;nbsp; and they were so awesome.&amp;nbsp; all the kids and the mom´s were a crack up-- always giving sage advice.&amp;nbsp; the kids would read on the bus then talk about what they would read and then discuss as a family.&amp;nbsp; If my kids would turn out like that I would totally have three.&amp;nbsp; So what I¨ve gathered it´s very important to stay home with them and know what you believe in your heart before college so professor don´t sway you with lies.&amp;nbsp; because anyone can write a book but it doesn´t have to be true.&amp;nbsp;They were all so fabulous.&amp;nbsp; And there was a high school grad. who just joined the army and is getting ready to go michigan state in the fall with a girl who was an exchange student from costa rica and she wants to go there in the spring.&amp;nbsp; but i don´t think they were together.&amp;nbsp; just good friends.&amp;nbsp; I know totally matters to you :)&amp;nbsp; Anyway his family had 4 Sudanese foster kids.&amp;nbsp; Cool.&amp;nbsp; Nice nice people. oh and these like 70 year olds from puerto rico. such a cute couple I asked them for there email address because i was going to send them the photos of us rafting and they gave me a po box.&amp;nbsp; I don´t know if they really understood what rafting was.&amp;nbsp; I am an amazing rafter. I think i mentioned it.&amp;nbsp; the colorado river is calling me and maybe another river called middleford or something close to that in CA our rafting guide recommend it.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh and I come home tomorrow so excited. I miss being home and a choice of clothes and my bed and my boyfriend and my blackberry. I may even miss work just a little...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-1454582449827142886?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/1454582449827142886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=1454582449827142886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/1454582449827142886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/1454582449827142886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-call-me-sporty-spice.html' title='Just call me sporty spice'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-4906694365420093581</id><published>2007-08-06T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:07:25.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lan and Maggie´s Grand Adventure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So our fellow surf campers were a bit worried to find out that Lan and I were going solo for a few days in Costa Rica, they worried about our lack of skill in speaking spanish and from the looks on some of their faces they worried about us just walking down the street alone.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But this morning we except for one minor glitch we found they have nothing to worry about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So this morning we asked (in spanish) where the autobus estaction was and after our self interpreted answer found it -- feeling very proud we watched for the signs that said san jose.&amp;nbsp; We asked about a few then finally saw the one clearly marked.&amp;nbsp; We were so proud of ourselves that Lan decided we should take a picture.&amp;nbsp; So I of course turn and smile for the camera, ooh one more, I know its because I´m ultra photogenic,&amp;nbsp;and if there had been a third photo it would have shown the bus driving away without us.&amp;nbsp; Apparently when you just stare at the bus it doesn´t stop for you even though all the other ones did.&amp;nbsp; So now we felt a little bad. Although we had found the right bus it had left without us. We then kind of understood what the other girls were maybe thinking.&amp;nbsp; Anyway we grabbed hold of the adventurous spirit inside and decided to just take the next bus.&amp;nbsp; And that would be to Heredia.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now we both left our tour books at home mostly because they were to heavy to carry.&amp;nbsp; But that didn´t stop us.&amp;nbsp; We were now on the way to Heredia.&amp;nbsp; Lovely drive -- went through San Juan, interesting little developments going up there.&amp;nbsp; And sure enough there was the church and the town square.&amp;nbsp; We again felt confident in getting around and asking questions because we studied our spanish cheat sheets along the way.&amp;nbsp; We stopped in the local market and took some photos.&amp;nbsp; I was a little grossed out by all the hanging meat.&amp;nbsp; There was just so much of it. Ewe.&amp;nbsp;This not being a tourist town at all we got a bit of the local flavor.&amp;nbsp; I bought some Japanese anime cards for Morgan.&amp;nbsp; I think she´ll get a kick out of them and then we had some authentic Israeli cuisine at Shalom Cafe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Delicious&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;friendly.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Caught ANOTHER autobus to San Jose and visited the &lt;em&gt;ha-day&lt;/em&gt; (jade) museum then felt like we needed some jade which just opened us up to the shopping bug. We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and walking (almost six miles total - thanks to Lan´s pedometer.) ooh and we even helped a little old lady looking for cinco boys fumar.&amp;nbsp; Yes we have become masters of costa rica.&amp;nbsp; So all and all a good day.&amp;nbsp; Feeling a little fluent in spanish it quite nice actually.&amp;nbsp; and now we are off to have dinner, i´m sure it will be another casado because seriously I haven´t had enough Fish Rice and Beans.&amp;nbsp;I keep thinking of shaking it&amp;nbsp; up but then the fish is just so fresh here.&amp;nbsp; besides there are always plantains and you know I love a fried plantain.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;(so if Pam says yes I´m going to post her email about the challenges of San Jose and Alejuah )&amp;nbsp; which is probably another reason they were needlessly worried about us. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-4906694365420093581?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/4906694365420093581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=4906694365420093581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/4906694365420093581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/4906694365420093581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/08/lan-and-maggies-grand-adventure.html' title='Lan and Maggie´s Grand Adventure.'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-5012261072368201092</id><published>2007-08-04T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:48:06.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So real quick.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yesterday went out to the big waves.&amp;nbsp; we rode around to three different beaches looking for the right waves.&amp;nbsp; and then we found them at st. teresa.&amp;nbsp; waves were shoulder high and looked great. so I paddled out without a problem. only had turtle once, ridiculously lucky the two girls behind me got every wave and didn&amp;#39;t even make it out.&amp;nbsp; so getting to the outside kind of is cool all on its own even though it was mostly luck.&amp;nbsp; but then I&amp;quot;m out there britt and erika are with me giving me advice and instruction.&amp;nbsp; HUGE WAVE COMING. omg omg what to do what to-- TURTLE.&amp;nbsp; oh kay made it.&amp;nbsp; Nice job.&amp;nbsp; Here&amp;#39;s another one OMG SO FREAKING BIG.... TURTLE TURTLE&amp;nbsp; okay made it.&amp;nbsp; What happened to hanging out in themellow ocean.&amp;nbsp; these waves are freaking huge.&amp;nbsp; Here comes another one!!! NO NONO STOP omg other surfers omg omg TURTLE.&amp;nbsp; lost my board kind of rough, this tough and scary people I&amp;#39;m not so sure about it.&amp;nbsp; Here&amp;#39;s another one and another one. omg i just want to go home.&amp;nbsp; okay finally back up.&amp;nbsp; wait there&amp;#39;s the beach, PADDLE PADDLE-- Britt is coming towards me... you are going the wrong way NO I&amp;#39;M ALL DONE omg keep paddling!!! wave gets me lose my board.&amp;nbsp; recover PADDLE wave gets&amp;nbsp; me lose my board, I WANT TO GO HOME. surfer yellingat me -- wave -wave.&amp;nbsp; OMG made it to the beach.&amp;nbsp; and that my friends is life on the outside.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So this morning I had my private yoga session I totally rock yoga, did a head stand and can put my leg over my shoulder.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;m very good, thinking of becoming a yogi rather than a surfer.&amp;nbsp; why because I&amp;#39;m flexible and surfing is SCARY.&amp;nbsp; fun yes in the white water but yes its scary you get totally knocked around.&amp;nbsp; so I go out for the final morning surf and rode an 8&amp;#39;6&amp;quot; board, smaller and lighter than the 9&amp;#39;2&amp;quot; I was riding. abut I got up no problemo-- I popped up -- I turned.&amp;nbsp; so I guess i can stick with surfing a bit more.&amp;nbsp; Small waves people.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;OOh and you all have some awesome photos to look forward to seeing of the waves I did get up on.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Alright next leg of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-5012261072368201092?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/5012261072368201092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=5012261072368201092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/5012261072368201092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/5012261072368201092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-on-outside.html' title='Life on the outside'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-1656592128769720083</id><published>2007-08-03T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:19:51.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change my ass, not my life.... Pam´s thoughts on ¨the science of yoga¨</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have so much to tell you and I can barely remember it all!&amp;nbsp; First I can´t even explain how bruised bitten and burned I am.&amp;nbsp; I have a bruise from the fin of the surfboard like three fingers deep.&amp;nbsp; It looks like big purple lips and I totally burned my lower back and upper legs mostly because i think that my board shorts are unlucky.&amp;nbsp; they are just really hard to pop up in, they stick to your legs, I don´t know how boys manage really.&amp;nbsp; Still haven´t gone the outside, well i kind of did but it doesn´t really count because there was a channel.&amp;nbsp; so this afternoon is the day.&amp;nbsp; i´m ready i had a good morning.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;oooh i didn´t tell you how zip line-ing went.&amp;nbsp; I pretty much screamed the whole way --but still is was so much fun.&amp;nbsp; But i kind of made our guide nervous,&amp;nbsp; i guess a lot of people aren´t screamers, which i dont´understand because we are going through trees crazy fast.&amp;nbsp; but I scream on waves, when I get one, when i´m tackled by one, its kind of become a stress reliever at this point.&amp;nbsp; ohh today we had our last group yoga session .&amp;nbsp;it was great, we did kundlini (sp) so lots of breathing and up and down and turning-- very cardio but great.&amp;nbsp; and at the end during mediation she was like one more ex cerise,&amp;nbsp; the ¨laughing exercises¨ so we just lay there and she laughs, which makes us laugh and everybody cracks up because everyone else is laughing.&amp;nbsp; it was hysterical, i could´t stop laughing.&amp;nbsp; apparently is a&amp;nbsp;new thing, something to google, laughing yoga.&amp;nbsp; it might become one of my favorites.&amp;nbsp; oh and we have this little dog scooby that follows us around all the time, he sleeps outside mine and elen´s bungalow,&amp;nbsp; he´s looks kind of like a puppy golden retiever but he´s not, like i don´t think he´s going to get big.&amp;nbsp; and he joined us for yoga and even met us the beach for pizza, he´s very protective of the whole group, its so cute!&amp;nbsp; It makes me almost want one, till I seem him scratching and biting and then I´m kind of like ew big germ.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;so yesterday (day 4) morning surf was awesome.&amp;nbsp; I got up all the time and was turning and was awesome non stop.&amp;nbsp; then we wen´t to the special afternoon spot which was not nearly as fun. first the waves were to big then they were gone but we did do the paddle relay which my team won.&amp;nbsp; But really all i wanted to do was go back in.&amp;nbsp; I´m kind of done with the surfing, not that it isn´t fun.&amp;nbsp; but I´m about ready to come home.&amp;nbsp; Next week I have all sorts of things planned but I¨m kind of tired of being covered in salt and sunblock.&amp;nbsp; at some point you want to not be sticky.&amp;nbsp; (For those (one) of you who don´t like lotion, i finally get it!) &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;so tomorrow is our last day so I am triyng to get all i can out of this so I will be going to the 730 surf and I have a semi private yoga session with alexandra (the one who cut her eye) at 645.&amp;nbsp; I know I¨m a total morning person, because those freaking birds!&amp;nbsp; I´m kind of over the birds too but not the guacamole or the caprinah (lime sugar and brazilian liquor).&amp;nbsp; alright a few afternoon sun salutations to prepare for the afternoon surf. hopefully my next one will be all aobut the big wave i caught --maybe just maybe :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-1656592128769720083?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/1656592128769720083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=1656592128769720083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/1656592128769720083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/1656592128769720083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/08/change-my-ass-not-my-life-pam-thoughts.html' title='Change my ass, not my life.... Pam´s thoughts on ¨the science of yoga¨'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-280151057538122488</id><published>2007-08-01T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:20:36.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not an easy day... still fun but you know there is more pressure to get up and and really I want to go to the outside.&amp;nbsp; Even Pam (who has never even tried to surf before) made it to the outside, so really its just four girls but I want to be one of them.&amp;nbsp; I was apparently to tired to get it together today but they didn&amp;#39;t end up&amp;nbsp;going out there because the waves were to big or they were too tired.&amp;nbsp; I guess that&amp;#39;s why they plan the canopy tour for today.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;ll be zip line-ing through the forest, or something like that.&amp;nbsp; Either way I&amp;#39;m pretty excited about it.&amp;nbsp; Ooh so Alexandra a Canadian who is a lawyer in NY cut her head open today, they took her to the emergency room, she needed a couple of stitches, kind of scary.&amp;nbsp; But she will be fine and now have a forever reminder about her time in costa rica, I guess I&amp;#39;ll just get the picture instead, although I do have&amp;nbsp;a couple&amp;nbsp;of nice bruises.&amp;nbsp; Ohh so for those interested have moved off the soft top to a regular 9 foot long board.&amp;nbsp; And I even waxed it this morning, I of course slid right off it most of the day but I think it will be good in the long run.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And I have to tell you this other funny story.&amp;nbsp; So Britt has been telling us about the iguana that stares at her in the room and every time we hear the monster noise we&amp;#39;re like oh there goes the iguana.&amp;nbsp; So we were talking about it at morning yoga and we heard the monster cry and we were like &amp;quot;oh the iguana the iguana&amp;quot; like ten of us were talking about it.&amp;nbsp; And she turns to us and is like that&amp;#39;s a howling monkey.&amp;nbsp; But she doesn&amp;#39;t speak great english so we thought we didn&amp;#39;t understand her but our fluent spanish speakers were like that&amp;#39;s what she said a howling monkey!&amp;nbsp; turns out iguanas don&amp;#39;t make any noise.&amp;nbsp; So now its twice Britt has led us a stray with bad information, from here on out we are asking for her sources. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Should practice pop ups but probably won&amp;#39;t -- maybe I&amp;#39;ll get a smoothie and do some mind ones instead :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-280151057538122488?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/280151057538122488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=280151057538122488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/280151057538122488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/280151057538122488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-3597894174841305746</id><published>2007-07-31T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:57:33.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so l lied...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I thought I was an actual surfer yesterday before the afternoon surf, but&amp;nbsp;I was so wrong....&amp;nbsp; I am now an actual surfer, of course now I realize I&amp;#39;m just an actual beginning surfer but a surfer all the same.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday was soooo cool, I was standing all afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Then this morning I was off to a great start, stood up right away.&amp;nbsp; My pop ups were strong then some how I lost but I finished strong.&amp;nbsp; And let me tell you when your last couple of rides are good it makes your entire night!&amp;nbsp; We went to this place called Mary&amp;#39;s it was of course delicious... I had one mojito and was feeling tipsy&amp;nbsp;(I actually had two but I was feeling pretty good before the second one arrived).&amp;nbsp; And this morning we were all l so tired, we asked the yoga instructor, who is so tiny and cute -- Brazilian and totally beautiful--- that we wanted easy yoga and so we did partners yoga, so much fun!&amp;nbsp; Everything stretches so much better... of course we couldn&amp;#39;t stop giggling but it was great, and totally got us ready for morning surf.&amp;nbsp; I had Pam as my partner, she&amp;#39;s my new favorite person. She must be close to six feet tall and is so funny.&amp;nbsp; She just got a new job as an AP journalist covering the CIA.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that.&amp;nbsp; And she has hilarious online dating stories.&amp;nbsp; Her current guy total pack rat and not just a collector a hoarder, like what you would see on Oprah.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;#39;s a crack up, you would all love her.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So tomorrow we have an&amp;nbsp;extra long morning surf so we can go on a canopy tour!&amp;nbsp; Can&amp;#39;t wait.&amp;nbsp; Ooh and I finally found some one to travel with for a few days after camp is done.&amp;nbsp; We of course are clueless of what we want to do but she&amp;#39;s and adventurer, Lahn is her name.&amp;nbsp; I think we will have a great time.&amp;nbsp; We might go see the giant sea turtles on the Caribbean side.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Alright dinner and movie tonight, should probably go practice some more pop ups,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh and yes I did hear about Paris losing her $60M -- how crazy is that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I can&amp;#39;t wait to see Britney&amp;#39;s OK Mag spread.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-3597894174841305746?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/3597894174841305746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=3597894174841305746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/3597894174841305746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/3597894174841305746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-l-lied.html' title='so l lied...'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-6242552269706955699</id><published>2007-07-30T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:12:05.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be an actual surfer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So my first morning went really well.&amp;nbsp; Mostly because I just kept remembering that I&amp;#39;m in Costa Rica surfing, and that&amp;#39;s just crazy... I should have worked out a bit more, (when I say a bit I really mean a lot more-- something beyond competitive push ups for a day) anyway there is this girl Waverly she&amp;#39;s from Dallas, some of you know how i feel about  &lt;em&gt;Dallas&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But she&amp;#39;s actually great.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;She &lt;/em&gt;worked out... and tried surfing in Barbados... but&amp;nbsp; i think we can probably still be friends anyway... she doesn&amp;#39;t eat certain carbs, haven&amp;#39;t really figured out which one&amp;nbsp;but I guess it turns out you do really have to watch what you eat  &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; workout to look like she does. and another girl Brit, (Brittany) I was kind of worried about her you know being named Brittany and all but she an interesting one a Navigator on a boat that takes in data so people know where to drill for oil, she has a British boyfriend, and a giant shark mouth tattooed to her back, an odd duck that one, taught her self to surf, turns out she&amp;#39;s doing it wrong so she&amp;#39;s a little frustrated.&amp;nbsp; and she can&amp;#39;t sit still by the pool.&amp;nbsp; So I did get up but I quickly fell off,&amp;nbsp; the board is of course slippery so its hard to actually get up all the way sometimes but you know it turns out if you really follow instructions it kind of works,&amp;nbsp; oh my instructor is Erika -- totally adorable.&amp;nbsp; but afternoon surf in a couple of hours and I need to go the Pharmacia. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-6242552269706955699?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/6242552269706955699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=6242552269706955699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/6242552269706955699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/6242552269706955699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-may-be-actual-surfer.html' title='I may be an actual surfer'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-1056407244378818477</id><published>2007-07-29T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:27:18.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen a few lizards, a squirrel and some all white cows....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;Not to worry I&amp;#39;ve made it to Mal Pais in one piece.&amp;nbsp; So far the other girls on the trip seem pretty nice.&amp;nbsp; Everyone seems to be to tired to be social.&amp;nbsp; But they&amp;#39;ve assured each other after a nice shower and nap they will be much more chatty.&amp;nbsp; So the hotel is great, we can walk to the beach and internet access.&amp;nbsp; I was in my room less than 20 minutes before I put my swim suit on... I&amp;#39;ve tried to check out the town a bit and get some chapstick but its sunday so things seem pretty closed... however the ice cream was open which was very nice.&amp;nbsp; It is of course hot but not unbearable in the least. I think this will be good.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;m now really feeling bad for not working out more before I came but really no point in thinking about that now.&amp;nbsp; I did remember a lot of advil so I&amp;#39;m sure it will all be good.&amp;nbsp; Met a few characters--- some crazy beverly hills mom who is totally going to hook up with some rich guy out here and had to tell us her son is friends with Billy Idol&amp;#39;s daughter, does anyone care about her and the fact that she thinks its a good idea to wear a slip as a dress?&amp;nbsp; Yeah neither did we... And her newphew was there too, had to mention he was in a band as if it wasn&amp;#39;t obvious from all his air guitar and what could almost be considered singing but was really more of a yelling mumble while we were and many others were waiting for our connecting flights.&amp;nbsp; and she&amp;#39;s had her son&amp;#39;s nanny for ten years, he&amp;#39;s now 18, and the nanny speaks perfect english and she doesn&amp;#39;t speak a word of spanish, even though this lady raised her child and now is her personal assistant, because OMG what would she do if she had to leave her house fora whole week, &amp;quot;I mean someone could rob me.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Anyway tomorrow morning we begin the surf adventure... I&amp;#39;m hoping I&amp;#39;ll be good at it, not that I&amp;#39;m super athletic or anything but I am a water sign so I should be at one with the waves... and I figure&amp;nbsp;that has got to help right...  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-1056407244378818477?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/1056407244378818477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=1056407244378818477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/1056407244378818477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/1056407244378818477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/07/seen-few-lizards-squirrel-and-some-all.html' title='Seen a few lizards, a squirrel and some all white cows....'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-3125306494566580887</id><published>2007-07-29T02:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T02:46:41.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow start to costa rica</title><content type='html'>So I&amp;#39;m testing out this email to blog thing. Mostly because the&lt;br&gt;computers seem to be down for my airline and I&amp;#39;m doing my best to be calm and go with it. I&amp;#39;m sure they will somehow get me  there. Everything always works out. I&amp;#39;m just repeating this over and over. Its working. I&amp;#39;m hungry but less worried. I feel better someone&lt;br&gt;finally got in line behind me. Let me tell you being very last totally&lt;br&gt;sucks. The line is moving but I&amp;#39;m still outside remaing calm. Afterall&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m going on vacation. Last time I went on vacation I was told I was&lt;br&gt;unaffectionate and wouldn&amp;#39;t fall in love AND I got a boyfriend and&lt;br&gt;that was only four days in DC this is ten days in Costa rica can&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;wait to see what happens.  I have total expectations of being the next&lt;br&gt;blue crush girl with cool Abs- at some point this wish has to come true. Probably when I start working out but fingers crossed its sooner than that. Ooh so I made it inside. I&amp;#39;m sad I have to check my bag I&lt;br&gt;used to be a light traveler though there&amp;#39;s an airport story where I end up in tears that tells me otherwise. One of those self&lt;br&gt;misconceptions.   Ew I bet I will have to sit in he middle because&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m last but the good news is it looks like it really is going to workout. Next thing you know I&amp;#39;ll have crazy BC abs. Alright thanks&lt;br&gt;for keeping me calm. We are going to do our best to keep up with blogging adventures.  Ooh crazy girl two people up is going to research sea turtles. This is going to be an interesting flight.&lt;p&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-3125306494566580887?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/3125306494566580887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=3125306494566580887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/3125306494566580887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/3125306494566580887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2007/07/slow-start-to-costa-rica.html' title='Slow start to costa rica'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-116414054523511567</id><published>2006-11-21T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:05:08.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Overload</title><content type='html'>This has become a new favorite website in the last couple of months.  I do have to thank &lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://contessaz.blogspot.com/&gt;Contessa Z&lt;/a&gt; for introducing it to me.  &lt;br /&gt;Today they have a cat stuck in a double pained window with a bunny as well as my favorite (for today at least), &lt;a href="http://www.cuteoverload.com"&gt;Krazy Ham Wheel&lt;/a&gt; (it's near the bottom).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contessa Z is a fan of the cookie stealing bunny.  (It's the sixth one from the bottom of the bunny section.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't find it or don't like mice/hamster animals, see the sleepy kitty because it's entirely too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFknjJPVUoY&amp;eurl="&gt;Sleepy Tired Kitten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66TnSRonUWA&amp;eurl="&gt;Krazy Ham Wheel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my all-time favorite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWQM1yZqTBI"&gt;Nervous Puppies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-116414054523511567?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/116414054523511567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=116414054523511567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/116414054523511567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/116414054523511567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/11/cute-overload.html' title='Cute Overload'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-116407569741727309</id><published>2006-11-20T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:21:37.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ the Dixie Chicks</title><content type='html'>I’m a girl obsessed today.  I went to see the Dixie Chicks concert in Phoenix last night.  Not so much because I’m into concerts but more to support them.  And I guess in a way I just wanted to stand up for them.  I hate to see what has happened, how they’ve been treated.  It seems so wrong and unfair.  I’m really surprised how taken I am with this story, I’ve always loved their passion and willingness to take a risk with their music, especially in such a conservative genre.  But the fact that they have the strength to stand up for themselves when so many people turned against them, and so maliciously, just makes me want to support them even more.  I can’t imagine what its been like for them these past three years.  And I feel bad that I wasn’t paying more attention to this before now.  &lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been one to be politically active, or even politically interested beyond the basic current water cooler events of the day.  But the more I read and the more interviews I see about how radio stations, the media in general, have treated the Dixie Chicks shocks me.  I’m stunned that people (fans!) could turn on them like that.  I guess it’s hard for most people to comprehend how people can hate another person so much, someone they don’t even know, just for having a different opinion or perspective.  &lt;br /&gt;At the concert they played two videos, one to support &lt;a href="http://www.conservation.org/xp/CIWEB/"&gt;Conservation International&lt;/a&gt;  and they other was for a trailer for their documentary &lt;a href="http://www.dixiechicks.com/06_dcmovie.asp"&gt; Shut Up and Sing&lt;/a&gt; and haven’t been able to stop thinking about the whole story since then.  It all just makes me so sad.   It makes me want to be an activist, sadly I don't even know which part I'm most upset about!   So Wednesday night I'm off to see Shut Up and Sing,  I’ll let you know where I’m at about this whole thing then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say it’s good to know that I’m interested in things other Britney and K-Fed (who btw DC dedicated “white trash wedding” to the newly single Fed-Ex.  Also the concert was great, except for the lighting and screens were a little weak, but my work leaves me with high expectations about that kind of stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One other update:  Ft. Lauderdale is coming for a visit in December!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I’m very happy that Fox (well News Corp actually) decided to pull OJ’s interview and book.  I’m telling you I have a lot of thoughts on this who public vs media backlash and as soon as I have some cohesive thoughts on the matter I’ll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think at the very least, every third time I go to check a gossip/ TV website I’ll stop by a CNN or something more news/politically focused.  So DC’s career may have been temporarily (hopefully) sidelined, so not only did they create one of their best videos yet, &lt;a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwc5YSAc-7g&gt;not ready to make nice,&lt;/a&gt;I’ve also decided to pay a little bit more attention to the world around me.  So I’m just saying -- not a total loss of three years (plus they had five kids between them during that time!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-116407569741727309?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/116407569741727309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=116407569741727309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/116407569741727309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/116407569741727309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dixie-chicks.html' title='I ♥ the Dixie Chicks'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-116349016235772331</id><published>2006-11-13T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:42:42.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the Dancing Boy</title><content type='html'>Not only did he call -- we talked for over an hour.  And he told me that my thoughts aren't random, in fact he said it's like they shed light on a blah object, giving it definition and perspective.  I think I might really like this boy.  Imagine what he would have to say at the top of the Swiss Alps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-116349016235772331?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/116349016235772331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=116349016235772331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/116349016235772331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/116349016235772331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/11/update-on-dancing-boy.html' title='Update on the Dancing Boy'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-116348291313255592</id><published>2006-11-13T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:45:09.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes -- I'm back</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know I’ve been gone a long time but I’ve been very busy.  A lot has happened well not really a lot but I swear I woke up old and very busy at 28.  Somehow I was just magically an adult.  But lets just skip over that and pretend I haven’t been gone for all these months on end and jump to this weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;It has been another romantic whirlwind weekend.  This doesn’t even compare to Level 5 boy.   Well it is comparable but different.  L5 I just liked, but this one likes me back (and he doesn’t hunt – that I know of so no worry of blood in the kitchen) I don’t know much about this one but we danced.  And I don’t really dance, usually I have to be very drunk to dance and even then I feel foolish I feel like we are all frauds (ooh la la yeah look at us all having a grand old time dancing the night away) – to say the least I don’t really ever &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; the music.  But on Saturday night we danced all night.  And he was a good dancer and he thought I was good dancer, and I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a good dancer when I was with him.  He liked all my stories and thought I was funny and charming.  He was sweet with out being mushy or clingy and just overall makes you smile when you think about him.  And I wasn’t even nervous with him and I’m nervous with all boys even boys I’m not even interested in.  &lt;br /&gt;Of course he lives on the other side of the country, of course he does, because otherwise it would be too easy.  Not just three states away, but all the way over to the other coast, practically as far as he could get without falling into the water (which he doesn’t like at night- the beach that is, he doesn’t like putting his feet in the water at night—not even a little bit).  &lt;br /&gt;He’s also a family guy, is nice to his parent and is good friends with his brother; I learned almost everything I know about the boy from his brother, which is actually kind of nice.  Because you know they have a good relationship and that means he’s probably a really good guy.  I like close-knit families, I think it makes for nice holidays and good husbands.  (Yes I know it a fairly arbitrary assumption but I think it helps when you are raised with good examples.)  I’m close to my family and I think it’s important place to have common ground.  If you value the family you came from I think you are more likely to value the family you choose to create.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about traveling and he said we could go anywhere and I suggested Switzerland mostly because I imagine it incredibly romantic and we could ski and eat chocolate and walk around in fabulous winter coats and buy cuckoo clocks.  And he agreed to it.  He thought it sounded just as a fabulous as I did. &lt;br /&gt;He’s an artist and a businessman, and quirky dresser.   He decides on projects and becomes completely dedicated to them till he’s done or however he decides to move on.  And he’s quite and smart and has these deep thoughts and really good explanations.  &lt;br /&gt;He hasn’t called and its already 10pm there.  So I could be on the same path as L5 (who never did actually call although he did text me once).  Or I could be in an overly romantic mood because I was at the perfect destination wedding this weekend, and my sister is getting married next weekend and one of my best friends is getting married between Christmas and New Years and has a fabulous story to go with what will be a fabulous wedding.  &lt;br /&gt;But really I danced with this boy all night, and he plays soccer.  I think I’ve told you my ideas on boys playing soccer in the park, again with the arbitrary.  But even if he doesn’t call and we don’t ever meet up in Switzerland or anywhere else its nice to know that there are still boys out there that flip my stomach and make me smile without thinking.  (It’s also good to know I’m not all bitter and jaded, not that we thought I was even close to that.)  And what’s even better it to know that the world hasn’t really run out of good guys – not that we thought that either ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-116348291313255592?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/116348291313255592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=116348291313255592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/116348291313255592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/116348291313255592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-yes-im-back.html' title='Oh yes -- I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115268364452845221</id><published>2006-07-11T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:02:46.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I wake up...it will be my birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;So leave me a comment.  Sing me a song.  Give me my birthday wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f91/Maggs712/cupcakes_sig.jpg" width="375" height="273"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115268364452845221?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115268364452845221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115268364452845221&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115268364452845221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115268364452845221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-i-wake-upit-will-be-my-birthday.html' title='When I wake up...it will be my birthday.'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115259920744487078</id><published>2006-07-10T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:26:47.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do my emoticons rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/crazy/1159.gif" style="background-color:inherit;border:0;margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://users.telenet.be/eforum/emoticons4u/love/246.gif" style="background-color:inherit;border:0;margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/fam/fam03.gif" style="background-color:inherit;border:0;margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115259920744487078?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://emoticons4u.com/love.htm' title='&lt;p style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;How much do my emoticons rock!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115259920744487078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115259920744487078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115259920744487078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115259920744487078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-much-do-my-emoticons-rock.html' title='&lt;p style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;How much do my emoticons rock!'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115259821194699037</id><published>2006-07-10T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:12:12.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Candy Crush?</title><content type='html'>So one of the best things that can happen when you have a crush who doesn’t like you back is to go get a new one.  A cute boy at work gave me a piece of candy today, and I think that may have done it.  Not that I’m over L5 – I’m just not going to obsess any more because its painfully obvious that he’s not liking me like I’m liking him. And really what can you do.  Nothing but get a new crush.  Now this was just one little piece of candy so it’s not serious.  (Although he only had four pieces and gave me one, even though he wasn’t going to be able to get anymore for several hours.)  But L5 doesn’t call, probably because he’s waiting for his L5 to call and that I realize is the cycle.  Everybody likes the person to their right, it amazing that the human race can flourish the way it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://users.telenet.be/eforum/emoticons4u/love/301.gif" style="background-color:inherit;border:0;margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115259821194699037?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115259821194699037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115259821194699037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115259821194699037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115259821194699037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/candy-crush.html' title='A Candy Crush?'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115259737597895637</id><published>2006-07-09T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:56:15.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes Lie</title><content type='html'>I know you are all just dying to know how my super sexy hot Saturday night went.  Pretty much how you would guess.  Totally &lt;I&gt;not&lt;/I&gt; super hot or sexy.  Well I of course was as were my friends but the music was loud, the place was crowded and only one boy came up to talk us.  He complimented one girl’s dress and my earrings.  That was the extent of the flirting that went on all night.  Unless of course you count the drunk boy getting out of the cab as we were leaving, but he still had a girlfriend in the car so I don’t think that counts.  I was thinking about were we may have gone wrong.  I was thinking it was the eyelashes.  We ended up not putting them on because we were just to over it by the time we left the Flamingo BBQ. (Oh yes I said Flamingo BBQ—and it was as great as the title itself.  Margarita machines, blow up boats filled with beer, a chocolate fountain, and a guacamole bowl the size of my head, not to mention a whole layout pulled pork and tiny hotdogs wrapped in bacon.  Plus there were garden flamingos with party hats on and flamingo lights hanging over the pulled pork sandwiches.  It was actually quite an impressive layout.) So as I was saying it could have been the lack of eyelashes or it could have been the loud music.  And it wasn’t so much a singles event, not to say there weren’t single men, because there seemed to be, they just didn’t seem interested in mingling with the ladies, not just me and my friends but all of the ladies.  But the night was not lost, the GoGos did play and were quite enjoyable and I there was a silent auction.  I was outbid on the first two seasons of &lt;I&gt;Popular&lt;/I&gt; but I did when three hours of indoor rock climbing.  And the company was good fun, plus it just nice to get out once in a while and try something new.   Plus now I’m all signed up for rock climbing and we all know that deer hunters like sporty girls right &lt;img src="http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/happy/050.gif" style="background-color:inherit;border:0;margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115259737597895637?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115259737597895637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115259737597895637&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115259737597895637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115259737597895637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/horoscopes-lie.html' title='Horoscopes Lie'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115237704733577483</id><published>2006-07-08T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T09:44:49.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's going to be a fun day</title><content type='html'>So this is my horoscope for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quickie:&lt;/u&gt;  Fulfill all your curiosities now, and try everything that has been intriguing you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Overview:&lt;/u&gt;  Your inner Goody Two-shoes takes a nap, which is perfect, because your inner wild child wants to come out and play. You've had enough with finishing what's on your plate and doing what's good for you. It's time for fun!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People it's Saturday and I'm tonight off to what could only be described as a &lt;a href="http://static.jdate.com/Events/MK06-0033_Justice_Ball/060613_justiceball.html"&gt;Jdate extravaganza.&lt;/a&gt; The GoGos are playing, there's a casino, a silent auction.  After all it is "One of Los Angeles magazine's "Top 10 Coolest Things to Do in July" for three years running, the Tenth Annual Justice Ball is your best chance to dress up, get down, and let go!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I'm so ready to dress up and get down. I'm straightening my hair, wearing my sexiest (aka only) black dress.   Ooh and I'm wearing fake eyelashes (the good kind from Sephora, not the Halloween kind!) and I'm thinking pedicure for the summer toes.  People I may even dance without drinking -- ha -- I kid.  I can't do that without the T-Babe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So L5 won't be there. But with this kind of extravaganza you just have to open yourself up the possibility of something new, something off the list.  Please I take a list to the grocery store and its less that 50% of what's in the basket by the time I get to check out.  And maybe it would be fun to have a real date instead of a real crush-- maybe just maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115237704733577483?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115237704733577483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115237704733577483&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115237704733577483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115237704733577483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-its-going-to-be-fun-day.html' title='I think it&apos;s going to be a fun day'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115228649481822027</id><published>2006-07-07T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:34:54.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm approaching Level 5</title><content type='html'>So I’ve been trying to write this blog for days now.  I’ve just become obsessed and too distracted to write it anything down. So a lot of you realize this means one thing, I’ve met a boy and I have a crush.  I’m kind of notorious for these crushes.  I think I love having crushes, it makes the days between boyfriends a little more intesting. And I’m starting to realize I have levels of crushes.  &lt;br /&gt;Level 1 being the nice man at Whole Foods who buys his wife a pint of milk on his way home from work, even when its raining.   Level 2 I’d have to actually have talked to the guy and he probably had some trait/interest/talent that I found very appealing.  These two are more momentary crushes.  I’d say a Level 3 would be a guy I’ve met who seems great, really want to go out with him maybe we go on a date and then something arbitrary happens and I’m over it.  Level 4 requires a couple of dates then I realize why we aren’t quite right for each other.  Then there’s Level 5.  Level 5 I’m just head over heels, sure we must have some kind of future together.  Any logistical problems like the fact he doesn’t realize how crazy I am for him or that he lives three states way don’t seem to be a factor in the practicality of having this level of a crush. &lt;br /&gt;When I get these crushes (really at any of the levels) it’s all I talk about for days and days.  And let me tell you I have very patient friends.  They get calls and IMs from me on a moment by moment basis about whether he likes me, what I should do next, what they think he will do next, what do they think he means when he says – well pretty much anything.  This is when it would help to like a guy who has a myspace page.  It’s so much easier to stalk them and find out all their likes and dislikes and their friends likes and dislikes and what it means when he has friends with those likes and dislikes.  You can see how this might snowball for me. &lt;br /&gt;Really I can go right over the edge when it comes to Level 5 boys.  I think its because I’m so excited about meeting “the one.”  I’m always wondering if this is it, if I should remember every moment because in 20 years when we are looking back we’ll be able to talk about when we first met.  In fact meeting people and trying to picture us ten years down the road seems to be a hobby with me. It could just be the amount of free time I have to think about all of this.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can tell I really liked this boy because I got too nervous to say anything, my usual chatty cathy-ness was out the window. My mind was literally blank.  No thoughts.   Nothing witty or charming or even barely interesting to say.  I made this boy explain the intricate details of what happens to his catch after he goes hunting.  (mostly I was worried about having deer blood staining my kitchen counters).  Really who asks about that!   &lt;br /&gt;So here I am at phase one of a Level 5 crush that seems to have little long-term promise.  But you never know what the future holds. &lt;br /&gt;After all there is this high school couple most of us know, they were sure they were meant for each other.  The girl moved away in the middle of high school but that didn’t seem to stop them.  The boy moved to her in college.  And somehow have a fairly curvy road they ended up together.  &lt;br /&gt;So anyway that’s were I’m at, that’s were I’ve been,  at a phase one level 5 obsession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115228649481822027?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115228649481822027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115228649481822027&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115228649481822027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115228649481822027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-im-approaching-level-5.html' title='I think I&apos;m approaching Level 5'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115160749480523163</id><published>2006-06-29T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:58:14.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so lame...</title><content type='html'>People here’s the thing, I want a sidekick, &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; a sidekick.  But really I don’t need a sidekick.  Nobody emails me when I’m sitting at my computer and they are sitting at their computer.  Who’s going to email me when we are all away from our computers?  Maybe if we &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; got sidekicks we would email each other more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt; (yeah I'm still not over the decorative type thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(By the way just want you to know, I don't have a formatting bar to make this all easy because I use safari, apparently this is all much easier when you use explorer or something else.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115160749480523163?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115160749480523163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115160749480523163&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115160749480523163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115160749480523163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-so-lame.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color:green;&quot;&gt;This is so lame...&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115153060088649691</id><published>2006-06-28T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:45:02.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love HTML</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" border:solid 2px blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt; you&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/maggs712"&gt;do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine they created the entire internet with this stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115153060088649691?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115153060088649691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115153060088649691&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115153060088649691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115153060088649691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-html.html' title='I love HTML'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115152925814282480</id><published>2006-06-28T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:14:18.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kleptomaniacal showgirls</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don’t read &lt;a href=" http://www.circe-purrs.blogspot.com/ "&gt; Purrs &amp; Scratches &lt;/a&gt;  this is the funniest article I’ve seen in a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neworleanscitybusiness.com/UpToTheMinute.cfm?recID=4912"&gt;Transvestite gang pesters Magazine Street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will paraphrase with the quotes I like best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[she] eyes the door, ready to flip the lock at the first sight of&lt;b&gt;  the ringleader’s pink jumpsuit and fluorescent red wig.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing [they] expected to threaten their survival was a&lt;b&gt;  crime ring of transvestites.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…like a &lt;i&gt; marauding army of kleptomaniacal showgirls,&lt;/i&gt;  … using clockwork precision and &lt;b&gt; brute force to satisfy high-end boutique needs.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden our &lt;b&gt;UPS guy dove out of the store&lt;/b&gt; and tried to tackle them and there’s &lt;i&gt;little Eric&lt;/i&gt; from next door on the sidewalk with a bunch of stuff he managed to grab from one of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the ensuing weeks,&lt;/i&gt; the gang of transvestites continued their&lt;b&gt; reign of terror.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the store-owners created their own watchdog system unofficially known as the “Drag Queen Alert List,” a comprehensive phone roster of every business on the block with stars next to &lt;b&gt;those who carry guns.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re kind of confused because they think they’re women so they don’t mind hitting women, but they’re dudes. If you get hit by one it’s like getting hit by a dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Did you notice my new skill of &lt;b&gt; bolding&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt; italicizing&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It was subtle I know.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115152925814282480?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115152925814282480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115152925814282480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115152925814282480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115152925814282480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/kleptomaniacal-showgirls.html' title='kleptomaniacal showgirls'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115143289474814791</id><published>2006-06-27T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:53:02.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday’s Child</title><content type='html'>How can I possibly be a Wednesday’s Child.  Full of woe? Me?  That makes me sad just thinking about it.  Of course they try to put a nice spin on it:&lt;br /&gt;You are a serious person, and try to change things that seem unfair.  You make the world a better place!  That just means I get pissed off when people cut in front of me in line or on the freeway or when someone gets more a bigger piece of cake, because really it’s just not fair! Man this sucks!  If I had come just a little bit earlier I could have been Tuesday’s child, full of grace, having many talents, and are fun to be around.  You dance through life!  But no I was a procrastinator and now have no coordination or rhythm and make a horrible cheerleader.  Sad. It’s not like I can turn the clock back now. But then again I could just start celebrating my birthday a day early and maybe I would get the late bloomers grace? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I’m staying with my friend Emily (she’s probably a Monday’s Child- but I don’t know for sure) and yesterday we decided to brave the rain and go to Whole Foods.  So we get about one block and it occurs to me what I’m wearing.  A pair of black and white swirly rain boots, a green skirt, a brown shirt, a navy blue wind breaker/rain jacket, an orange backpack, a black and white polked dot purse and an almost turquoise umbrella.  Not that I’m particularly fashionable in the first place, but realizing I left the house in such an outfit without so much as blinking an eye makes me worry.  Just a little.  It’s not like I’m four and wearing all of my favorite things.  At some point I was trying to put and outfit together and then I just got off course with functionality of it all (there were a few favorites in there- but still).  Of course I’m the same person who wants to buy a zip up Washington DC sweatshirt of the side of the road.  &lt;br /&gt;So there we were checking out, and there was this nice, attractive man in front of me – he only had a quart of milk.  And he commented that I had about enough food for a week.  He probably thinks I do my shopping every Monday.  Point being, even though I put away the umbrella and took off the jacket, I still don’t think I was wearing and outfit to meet my husband to be in. (Yes he was married I checked, and how cute is it he stopped by the store on his way home (in the rain) to pick up a bit of milk for his wife at home).  He was just so charming in those few minutes that you just wanted to ask him how he met his wife and were one should be hanging out to find such a catch.  Of course he could probably see that I was a Wednesday Child and thus too full of woe, so there was little point in directing me to the ultra charming because my woefulness would just bring him down.  And really charmers look out for each other and don’t reveal to the woeful the secret perfect husband hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my lack of color coordination shouldn’t come as a surprise, it turns out I’m also the kind of person who not only leaves an Oreo in the pocket of a sweater but can actually pack that sweater and not realize there’s been an Oreo in until I’m wearing it on my way to work and realize there is no place to throw the Oreo away so I have to put the Oreo back in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bethanyroberts.com/MondaysChildIsFairofFace.htm"&gt;What Child Am I?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115143289474814791?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bethanyroberts.com/MondaysChildIsFairofFace.htm' title='Wednesday’s Child'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115143289474814791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115143289474814791&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115143289474814791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115143289474814791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/wednesdays-child.html' title='Wednesday’s Child'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115137533666520354</id><published>2006-06-26T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:28:56.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an upgrade</title><content type='html'>As I’ve mentioned I’ve been in DC for the last two weeks and before that I was in Phoenix visiting my family.  And really I can’t believe I don’t have cable.  Now in my own little world that’s fine.  During the regular TV season there is more than I can watch.  But come summer it all just stops – especially if you don’t have cable.  For instance – The Hills, now why I care whatever happened to LC and Jason I don’t know but it makes for great summer watching, but I’m all about the 10 spot for mtv – even Making the Band 3, I love P Diddy.  Sadly the Hogan family has caught my interest.  In fact it kind makes me glad I’m on my way to being old, I wonder if older people like less TV. &lt;br /&gt;Also Kathy Griffin: Life on the D-List, surprisingly funny, I guess not so much surprisingly because she is a comic but still, she can be hit or miss I would think.   Oh funny thing:  I was once a temp for Stella Stolper for two weeks and she was just kicked off Last Comic Standing and it turns out she has this whole dirty housewife/moms bit—I love seeing people I know on TV.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay now I know you aren’t going to believe but the Janice Dickinson show—I’m shocked but its good stuff.  4400 also very enjoyable.  HGTV in general can occupy me for hours.  &lt;br /&gt;Ooh and Made—I love watching Made—everyone gets to become who they want to be in highschool, I wish they had grown up Made, Faking It isn’t really the same—and I believe its been cancelled.  But I don’t know what I would even want to be made into these days.   Maybe a well spoken, defined ab, scientist.  &lt;br /&gt;So to say the least everyone but me and well Catherine (but she has two babies and a toddler) has cable.  I think this maybe the summer to upgrade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115137533666520354?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115137533666520354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115137533666520354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115137533666520354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115137533666520354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-for-upgrade.html' title='Time for an upgrade'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-115135935463390920</id><published>2006-06-23T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T15:13:47.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still not cool enough for myspace</title><content type='html'>There is so much to talk about.  I’ve been traveling for the last three weeks and I still have another week and a half before I’m home.  I’ve had a great time in Phoenix and DC and have done a ton of stuff but really what I want to discuss is myspace.  The black hole of time that is myspace.  I still don’t understand it.  I don’t know what you do, I can’t think of any good comments to say to people.  But I almost have twenty friends and that’s exciting.  I figured out how to put the sky on my background and have a pink border.  I think my friend’s little sister must think I’m super uncool.  First I call her in a panic from across the country saying she must add me as her friend so I can email her and have her explain how to change the background on my page. (now really the coolest move but in my own defense I did figure it out – mostly because I was to impatient for to get back online and do it for me) Anyway she called my page “cute.”  For a girl in high school who’s cool enough to likes black and white pictures and has some really thoughtful comments on her myspace page, I don’t think cute and cool are synonymous. But really should I be concerned what she thinks?  Well after looking at her page--maybe a little.  She has some great photos and she seems incredibly interesting.  Funny because I don’t remember her having to much to say to whenever I came by her house.  She has the best picture that says “I belong here” (its just a great picture of the mountains and sky meeting – I’m pretty sure in AZ) now I don’t know how she meant it because that’s all its says but I’ve been obsessing about it.  Its such a deep statement. And the fact that she even knows.  She’s 16.  And she has this moment of knowing who she is and where she fits into this world.  I just think its kind of amazing, well for anyone, but especially for someone who is sixteen.  I kind of wonder what she would have done with my myspace page. &lt;br /&gt;So this whole project makes me want to go out and buy a HTML book because that is some cool stuff and I just really don’t know much about it.   The fact that you can just write internet pages with letters and numbers and they all mean something even though its all kind of fake just amazes me.  I really wish my rocket scientist husband would come home and explain it to me, because I swear the internet doesn’t really exist except in my computer which I just can’t really wrap my head around that whole concept. Its kind of like a spy and decoder thing—mystifying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-115135935463390920?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115135935463390920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=115135935463390920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115135935463390920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/115135935463390920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/still-not-cool-enough-for-myspace.html' title='Still not cool enough for myspace'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114941111590689429</id><published>2006-06-04T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:51:55.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I'm not becoming an insomniac</title><content type='html'>So I can’t sleep tonight.  I’ve been trying for the last hour or so – this is almost never happens to me.  But I’m excited tonight and I feel I have a million things I have to do and I can’t really do any of them at 1:30 in the morning.  I’ve started looking at houses and condos in the last couple of days.  It’s exciting and overwhelming.  I don’t know why I’m worried I have lots of friends who have bought houses and they all seem fine.  Nobody seems to crazed about it.  So it’s only been the last six hours or so that I realize that this is totally going to happen for me, I even went to home depot to look at new bathroom and kitchen fixtures.  I could be living in a house with a yard by then end of the summer.  Change and the possibility of change is always exciting.  I keep thinking about color schemes and bathroom storage.  I have no idea what colors I would get but I would like a circle dining room table.  This was my first week off in ages.  I know most people don’t just get weeks off all the time and its good that I haven’t had a week off because that means I’m working which is always good. But that first week off there is so much to do.  The number of people having babies by the end of the year is out of control, and I want to make baby quilts for all of them.  So I spend a lot of time driving down to Newport Beach because that’s the fabric store I like best.  I ran out of fabric on this one I’m almost done with which means I have to get back down there tomorrow.  Three hours is a lot of time for fabric but they have the best selection.  I know I must sound boring but I’ve been on a health kick this week which is ending tomorrow.  Well not so much ending just moving on to another phase.  I’ve noticed that when one is on a very restrictive health plan its makes them very unfun to go out with.  I’ve had to turn down seemingly fun dinner offers.  And sitting around watching tv all day isn’t nearly as much fun without the company of Wendy’s or Hershey’s.  But I do feel healthier and it was only a week so I guess its all been worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;Back to the house thing, do you think I’m the kind of girl who lives in a house with a blue living room? I know I can’t go pink, maybe green, a peaceful spa green seems fairly neutral but not so neutral that its tan or some variation of tan.  But it occurs to me that maybe living room only look good in color on television, maybe beige doesn’t read well on the screen so they always go with great colors but you know in real life beige is very popular, and it does look nice, variations of eggshell and what not.  Several friends have colorful kitchens and dining rooms so I think I’m fine there, but I don’t know if I’m a yellow kitchen kind of girl I have a blue kettle I really like and I think it might be nice with a yellow backdrop. You know what I want when I move a kitchen aid mixer, and they come in a million colors.  Kelly I seriously don’t know how you deal with being an insomniac – I’ve only had it one night and I’m going crazy.  If I hadn’t just finished this whole healthy body thing I would totally have a drink.  One would think I would have some kind of sleepy tea in my cupboard.  &lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all well, and your summers are off to a good start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114941111590689429?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114941111590689429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114941111590689429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114941111590689429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114941111590689429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hope-im-not-becoming-insomniac.html' title='I hope I&apos;m not becoming an insomniac'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114860691147845704</id><published>2006-05-25T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:28:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Interview</title><content type='html'>You guys should get a kick out of this one.  It features me.  It's my first interview, now I know we already have a real reporter in our group so I won't be making this a regular thing but this since this is a me centered episode I thought I would post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MzhaEgCe8J0"&gt;my first interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my last night in Vegas, sad I know.  Turns out I'm not a big "party Vegas girl" but I am a "pool Vegas girl"  I've managed to lay out before work the last two mornings.  And tomorrow is pool and spa day!  Almost makes me want to be a regular Vegas-ian?   (Don't worry that's only - almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Memorial Weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114860691147845704?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114860691147845704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114860691147845704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114860691147845704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114860691147845704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-first-interview.html' title='My First Interview'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114832614914332476</id><published>2006-05-22T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:33:10.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barry and Bachelor Update</title><content type='html'>Okay so there was no Barry and no bachelors.  It was the saddest thing I’ve seen in a while.  We go to the box office to pickup our tickets and she was like sorry we have bad news, the show has been cancelled due to technical difficulties.  The way the jaws dropped around me… we thought for a moment we were on candid camera.  But no she assured us it was not going to happen.  So we walked away stunned, a little numb to the news.  But then we realized we could still perhaps meet the man.  So we head back to the stage, a line of older women who had planned this weekend around this event.  Nobody had told them yet, but you could slowly see the news break down the line.  I thought the scene at the box office was bad, but this, this was disbelief then shock and hurt then anger.  They weren’t going to stand for this, they had come from all over the country, the world.  These New York women had no intention of leaving without seeing Barry. A couple of about 60-70 had come from England to see this show this weekend.  They booked it in February for their anniversary.  They came from England to LAS VEGAS TO SEE BARRY!!  The husband was not going to let his wife down and demand they somehow make up for this catastrophe.  The wife turned to me, still stunned, looking at me, asking me if this was all true, was this happening.  People disappointed old people is seriously the saddest thing.  People love the Barry.  So we were off to recover with a little bit of Mexican food and some deep thought conversation.  Then we were back to our hotel and since I fell asleep in the cab back I realized I was too tired to go to a bachelor party.  Good thing because as one of my friends pointed out I probably wouldn’t want to be attending a “Vegas Bachelor Party.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not despair because it turns out when you hold your breath till you turn purple you get what you want (good to keep in mind).  I got to go to the Sugarland concert that they had at the pool last night.  Not only did we get our tickets comp-ed but we also were put up in a bungalow and it turns out that two bungalows down was a group from Budweiser.  They gave us free beer.  So last night was perfect summer night weather, we all had lounge chairs, and nice co-workers, and free beer, and we got to make fun of the slutty girl who was dancing in a way her mother would never want to see and then eventually took her clothes off to reveal a cute bathing suit top but the bottoms didn’t match which made us believe that it wasn’t actually a bathing suit.  So overall a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come – my most embarrassing moment – trust me it’s a whole other story that requires its own entry because its gotten so out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a sneak peak of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4Vjy5IU54o/"&gt;my most embarrassing moment&lt;/a&gt; or if that doesn't work just look for Rock Honors and a video or two should show up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114832614914332476?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114832614914332476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114832614914332476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114832614914332476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114832614914332476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/barry-and-bachelor-update.html' title='Barry and Bachelor Update'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114816961765575633</id><published>2006-05-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:00:17.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Vegas</title><content type='html'>People I might be a Vegas girl!  I know it’s early I always get excited the first day of everything but I’m staying at Mandalay Bay and I love my room, not an exciting view but its nice and I like the bathroom, it’s huge.  I even a did a Vegas dance – I do love the Vegas dance, the arms are all a twirl, if I could tap dance my Day One Vegas Dance would be “fierce” (a little Tyra I know).  This trip has had quite the kickoff, even met someone on the plane.  Not what you are all thinking just a chatty guy in for a bachelor party and some real estate expo of sorts.  It was funny I was all worried about sitting next to him because he was so chatty.  But then this girl sat between us who was so chatty that he commented to me, very funny.  Originally we had considered sharing a cab with one of the guys I work with but then the show had a shuttle pick us up and somehow he/we managed to have him come along.  We made jokes about how I wouldn’t just invite a stranger off the plane to come in our shuttle.  The whole thing was just a crack up.  So at the very least I could have some fun after… I meet Barry Manilow.  Yes I’m meeting Barry; I guess we are going to the concert first so it should all be fun.  Sugarland is performing here too, I’m hoping to maybe if hold my breath till I turn bright purple I’ll get to go.  We’ll see.  I’ve never been to a bachelor party, I’m thinking I haven’t ever really been to a bachelorette party either, so for my first night in Vegas I’m meeting Barry and bachelors, how exciting, it might even lead to a Day Two Vegas Dance, it is possible my arms could just fly out with all the twirling about.  Ooh and I’ve moved my ticket to the end of day Friday so I can have a bit of pool time and a massage.  I love living it up in Vegas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh need a horrifying read?  Pickup a copy of “The Book of Horrible Questions” by Smith and Doe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and somebody offered to marry me in Adelaide next year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114816961765575633?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114816961765575633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114816961765575633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114816961765575633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114816961765575633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-in-vegas.html' title='Back in Vegas'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114811044334219659</id><published>2006-05-20T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:34:03.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm totally procratinating here</title><content type='html'>So I should be packing right now.  Actually I should be packed.  I've been home for almost seven hours.  I've been on the phone, planning quilts that I started over two years ago, reorganizing fabric for all the quilts I think of but never finish.  I've been trying to watch everything on my TiVo because I go out of town for a week starting tomorrow.  I just watched the series finale of the West Wing, nothing shocking just a nice ending.  I think I may have missed the episode right before but doesn't make much different.  I just think how sad it is for all of them to be leaving for their show.  How sad it would be at the end of two terms to leave the white house.  I always wanted to be a first lady but it occurs to me the likely hood of that is slim considering the ambivalence I have towards politics.  But I don't think people work toward being first lady I think some how you just end up there.  Who even thinks to become President.  It's weird but in twenty years I could be married to someone who wants to be President and I think that's kind of amazing.  Maybe he just started out getting involved in city politics -- I know I watch to much television.  But life is unexpected.  People call out of the blue.  People who you think were only meant to be in your life for a moment end up sticking around, an unexpected connection.  I'm always wondering how my life will turn out, I take for granted that I will get married and have kids but I'm almost 28 I mean I still have a good ten years (not that life ends at 40-- but really it's nothing like being in your 20s)  but I'm starting to meet more people in their mid to late 30s who aren't married, who aren't on any path to a family of four with a dog and a pool.  Anyway its going to happen out of the blue I just know I'm going to be surprised by the whole situation which is exciting.  I'm going to have other careers which even more exciting, especially since I can barely think of another job I could do besides my current one.   I'm going to end up doing something else and miss my script days.  Miss staying up all night watching TV and pretending to pack before "business trips"  It won't be as moving as leaving a hit TV show or the white house but it will still be a little sad for me. &lt;br /&gt;anyway this could just go on but I really should pack and get ready next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114811044334219659?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114811044334219659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114811044334219659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114811044334219659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114811044334219659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-totally-procratinating-here.html' title='I&apos;m totally procratinating here'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114721550072672785</id><published>2006-05-09T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:58:20.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Oprah</title><content type='html'>So I think I'm going to get that "perfect white t-shirt" from the Oprah show last week.  (Aryn I know we talked about this) -- I’ve totally succumb -- between my mother and Oprah and the horrible white T that I’m wearing today.  It’s like I have no choice.  It could be really perfect and really soft.  Besides I have new shoes.  I have tossed the colorfully cute sneakers of last week and moved on to a tasteful and fun flat, some sophisticated yet still shimmery slides, and well a new pair of camo-sparkle sneakers (but they are very ‘late 20s’ looking).  I’m trying to look a bit more sophisticated – a bit more put together these days. So in addition to the perfect white T-shirt I’m looking for a replacement for my Tulane sweatshirts that keep me so warm at the freezing cold offices that I work at, a new computer bag that is not a neon orange backpack – and if I am truthful to myself it is very junior high—but it is so cheery and has such great pockets!  It’s a little bit sad because my sweatshirts are so warm and cuddly but I suppose you aren’t really suppose to look warm and cuddly in an office – I mean everyone else does but since I’m not going to blow out my hair every day the least I could do is where a shirt to work that requires ironing.  Besides it does get old to answer questions about going to school in New Orleans.  As one approaches thirty I suppose its time to retire the college stuff, that and my mom saved me a couple episodes of “What Not to Wear” and Clinton and Stacey were pretty firm on that subject (as they are with most subjects – that they deem unfashionable). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, people if you are off to Oprah to see this small bit of perfection that I’ve decide to blow fifty bucks on please I beg you --- save yourself and do NOT read the message boards. I know the Oprah audience looks all pretty and sophisticated but those are not the people who leave messages on the show message boards.  These people do not understand what the message boards are for.  It is NOT I repeat NOT a full access path to Oprah herself.  (She is not Shonda Rhimes--although Shonda should totally be on Oprah sometime). She will not read your pleas, she will not find it in her heart to respond to some psycho without spell check.  This is not how she decides to make people’s dreams come true, I think for that you have to send in a video, or a real letter or email.  Besides that whole dreams bus thing was last year. &lt;br /&gt;Oprah gave us Dr. Phil, Dr. Oz and Bob Greene, they helped her with legal battles, heart problems and weight problems – These people have made her life better, you just cry on her beg for more stuff.  For that she is not going to start your small business for you so you can make a zillion dollars off your half-baked invention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114721550072672785?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114721550072672785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114721550072672785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114721550072672785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114721550072672785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-oprah.html' title='Oh Oprah'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114721036397386522</id><published>2006-05-09T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T14:32:43.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilmore Girls Season Finale Tonight!! (has nothing to do with this entry)</title><content type='html'>Things I love (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;• Hot chocolate (preferably Nestle – for its incredibly creamy delicious taste)&lt;br /&gt;• Self Improvement/ motivational books (because they make you feel like you could take over the world if you just put your mind to it)&lt;br /&gt;• Season finales (especially ones that are advertised as “a special 2 night event”)(I think I should marry a television writer—they are like the rocket scientist of – I don’t know unless of course I get to marry a real scientist – that would be fun too)&lt;br /&gt;• Britney Spears (because we all know she’s going to have a comeback – plus even when she’s chubby making bad choices about the men in her life, she’s still so cute – and just doing the best she can. And she’s proves you don’t have to be the most talented to get to the top, you just have to be driven and go after your dreams – I bet she’ll even when an Oscar one day – Halle Berry did – whoever thought that would happen (not that I don’t love Halle Berry – she is by far one of the most beautiful women in the world and has great taste in clothes – again trouble with the men but she’s evolving plus she has an action figure now.  And even though Brit isn’t a small girl she worked her butt off to get some great looking abs, and that makes me believe if I would only work (really really hard) at it that I too could have a pop star abs.) &lt;br /&gt;• An action figure modeled after me&lt;br /&gt;• The O.C., Grey’s Anatomy, Veronica Mars, and Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe how bad the SERIES (not just a season) finale of 7th Heaven was, I believe in flashback scenes and all but this was such a crappy ending.  It didn’t even make sense.  Ten years people all the episodes leading up to the final episode were good.  It just wasn’t a finale, such a shame.  Will &amp; Grace that will be a good SERIES finale, they will wrap things up, they will have closure, you feel the characters stories will go on and yet you won’t wonder endlessly making up your own ending.  If Friday was the SERIES finale of Reba then that kind of sucked too, not horrible just now – wow that was a great show.  But I don’t think they knew it was the finale episode ever when they made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE DIES ON THE OC SEASON FINALE!  A MAIN CHARACTER!! (and Mischa Barton isn't coming back as a season regular next year  -- only leaves more time for Seth and Summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;The Authentic Mexican Cornbread – big hit!  I thought it was a bit heavy and a little on the buttery side but the people seemed to like it.  So it was a good Friday after all.  And I have a very nice office group of people to work with this month :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114721036397386522?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114721036397386522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114721036397386522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114721036397386522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114721036397386522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/gilmore-girls-season-finale-tonight.html' title='Gilmore Girls Season Finale Tonight!! (has nothing to do with this entry)'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114678787684827430</id><published>2006-05-04T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T17:13:02.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to remember</title><content type='html'>• Don’t get love advice off TV shows (especially reality shows and soap operas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Mint leaves of a mojito do not make a meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Google is an excellent spell check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I hate being introduced to people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When your family, friends and fan hates your boy, believe them that you are wrong and blind to the situation otherwise you will end up with Kfed or TC. (although I still love the nickname TomKat ~ especially since their baby is TomKitten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;“Women are like stars…only one can make your dreams come true" (aww – sweet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a favorite quote but one I should keep in mind:&lt;br /&gt;"Oversleeping will never make one’s dreams come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mmm - I love inspirational quotes - they make me very happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh one last side thought:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo and I'm making Authentic Mexican Cornbread for my work pot luck (that makes me feel like an accountant lol) - I spent all morning googling the perfect recipe and I think I have it -- it's all very exciting --  someone else is bringing a secret recipe of Mac and Cheese, I have no doubt it will be the biggest hit of the party, someone else is bringing "Stoup" from the Rachel Ray book - half soup have stew-- and we are having choco tacos, mexican peanut butter brownies -- &lt;br /&gt;Okay I just realized how ridiculous I've been all day!  I could have just called robin for authentic mexican pot luck ideas and you probably know a fantastic cornbread recipe too-- girly do you even have IM - because I don't think I have the address and if i do you are never ever on it!  I realize Sonia you too could have been quite the help.  Why I don't use my resources - MAN OH MAN!  &lt;br /&gt;If this goes badly tonight expect calls people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114678787684827430?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114678787684827430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114678787684827430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114678787684827430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114678787684827430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-to-remember.html' title='Things to remember'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114448151824336752</id><published>2006-04-08T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:31:58.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Left Field -- this is somewhat topical for the day</title><content type='html'>So I had been pondering my post all day, I had a plan and that was not it. Well the t-shirt mention was in the plan but the rest—left field.  I can’t even remember what I wanted to talk about.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how excited is Katie Couric! And Meredith Vieira and Patricia Heaton, (I hope she can finally stop doing those Albertson’s commercials, they drive me crazy).  I don’t really see Meredith on that kind of morning show, but she did well on the millionaire show, I’m sure she’ll do great.  Katie now makes $60,000 a day!  Do you think when she was in her twenties she decided that in thirty years she wanted to make $60,000 a day? I apparently am not aiming high enough with my goals these days.  I need to start thinking bigger.  It was a big week for agents all around this week, can you just imagine the pressure, all these women had to be out several other good candidates, well I’m not sure who Katie’s competition was, I seem to fall under a rock between work and dating. I think Patricia had it the hardest, a lot had to go right for her to get this job.  Talk about goal oriented people going after what they want.  The whole thing just impresses me.  I wonder who all the sad people are who completely frustrated that enraged that they lost to this group.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note TV was kind of disappointing this week.  Nothing big happened, maybe I’m just getting to busy these days to appreciate it all but I kind of feel nothing much happened on the Gilmore Girls especially after the hiatus they had, Lane’s boy was kind of cute writing the hit, but still not crazy about him.  The girls are freaked out about their boys and lying to each other about it, but I hear there some good stuff coming up so I’m not to worried.  This was the first week I didn’t start crying from One Tree Hill, a little bit of a let down.  The OC, they’re just setting up for big stuff at the end of the season. I wish is it were sweeps, I love sweeps, everything is big and overdone during sweeps I love it.  General Hospital on the other hand, very good right now.  Jason is freaking out, I feel they are about to shake up Port Charles – change up the alliances. The whole Alexis is my mother and I hate her because she’s taken the rest of my family from me.  It’s getting really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I’ll try to fit in one more episode of GH and then off to bed, entirely to late the day before the show but what can you do, Alexis and Sam just got locked in an office together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114448151824336752?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114448151824336752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114448151824336752&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114448151824336752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114448151824336752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/04/less-left-field-this-is-somewhat.html' title='Less Left Field -- this is somewhat topical for the day'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114447583010599021</id><published>2006-04-07T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:57:10.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can’t I dance like Beyoncé?</title><content type='html'>I listen to her a lot when I work out so her music is constantly in my head.  It’s good “get over the crap in your life and move on to something better” kind of music.  It’s great when I’m on the treadmill thinking about life stuff, but when I’m home in front of the mirror its just plain frustrating, there’s nothing worse than watching me try to dance like Beyoncé.  But I have a new pink almost magenta “I Love Seth Cohen” t-shirt. How could I not buy it!  Seth didn’t get into Brown, that’s sad, I’m glad to I didn’t worry to much about getting my heart set on someplace specific – how heartbreaking to not get into your dream school.  Little does he know life works out for the best.  I didn’t have my heart set on most of the things I did, for that matter do, but I really can’t imagine things going much better.   Well I suppose I could imagine things better, but I can have quite the imagination at times, not to say that those things are going to come along sooner or later.  But I’ve never really had my heart set on one thing that I didn’t get, hmmm actually I can think of two things I didn’t get but one is because I really wasn’t good enough to do it, and the other someone wanted it so much more than me.  And I really don't think things would be that different today if I had done both of those other things.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the Cohen shirt, I actually went out looking for a black skirt to wear with my black boots for show day tomorrow.  My mom thinks I could step it up in the wardrobe department, add a little sophistication here and there.  I wanted to spend my tax return on diamond earrings, she thinks a wardrobe update would be more suitable.  She’s not necessarily wrong but if you think about it, if you are wearing diamond earrings everything looks more sophisticated.  So anyway this purchase is just an example of how I ended up with a jeans and t-shirts wardrobe over a smartly put together wardrobe, not that I don’t want a great wardrobe because I do, sometimes I want to wear something other than funny little t-shirts but when I go out shopping I really have no idea what to buy, and funny t-shirts make me laugh, but recently I’ve made some friends who accessorize well and we’ve been shopping and plan to go again so things are looking up.  And diamond earrings seem a little frivolous so maybe I’ll just get a new bag and leave it at that.  Only June will tell, I suppose dance class could be added to the list of possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114447583010599021?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114447583010599021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114447583010599021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114447583010599021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114447583010599021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-cant-i-dance-like-beyonc.html' title='Why can’t I dance like Beyoncé?'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114427189950757525</id><published>2006-04-05T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T14:18:19.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?!</title><content type='html'>I’m wearing my rain boots today.  Love my rain boots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f91/Maggs712/rainboot.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cute don’t you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On of the girls in my office brought in her Time-Life cds and so I’ve spent most of the day downloading them to my computer.  I’ve changed and updated all of my workout mixes, I’m very excited about this.  I even have a new trainer that I’m seeing tonight, funny guy, he’s vegan (unrelated statements, but still interesting).&lt;br /&gt;So I know I’ve been gone forever.  And it’s not that I don’t have anything to say, I have a list of things I want to talk about.  My Saturday night, dating a new guy, I actually have a trainer, wow I had all these other thoughts and they have surprisingly disappeared from my head.  I hate that.  There was so much I wanted to say, I think about it constantly.  Hmmm.  &lt;br /&gt;Overall I’m just incredibly happy.  A weird-calm happy.  Not weird-calm like I’m going to flip out any moment, just nice no drama calm happy.  My boy is no drama, unusual I know.  He’s just this interesting, super nice guy, who thinks the same thing about me.  Astounding I know. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll be trying to remember everything I wanted to talk about in the last two weeks and catching you up on all my deep thoughts :)&lt;br /&gt;(So I wrote this yesterday but I'm posting it today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114427189950757525?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114427189950757525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114427189950757525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114427189950757525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114427189950757525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?!'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114349647529514107</id><published>2006-03-27T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:48:03.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm in need of a history book.</title><content type='html'>Sadly I failed the US Citizenship Test. Maybe I've read enough books about people with disturbing childhoods and maybe now I should look into something new.  However, if I was actually busy at my job I never would have discovered my little failing of life.  So should I read more history books or get a job that actually require a bit more work on my part? So I don't quiz myself all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasstheuscitizenshiptestquiz/"&gt;US Citizenship Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the next hour googling all the questions to figure out which ones I got wrong.  I now feel like a much better citizen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114349647529514107?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114349647529514107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114349647529514107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114349647529514107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114349647529514107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/03/maybe-im-in-need-of-history-book.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m in need of a history book.'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114308197015898194</id><published>2006-03-22T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:14:34.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snowboarding Adventure - Part 2 (the photos)</title><content type='html'>Okay so I've started to post pictures but I didn't want to make my blog annoying to open so I moved all the pictures into another blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stellastepsout.blogspot.com/"&gt;  "Stella Steps Out"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted pictures from Lake Tahoe and Morro Bay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114308197015898194?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://stellastepsout.blogspot.com/' title='A Snowboarding Adventure - Part 2 (the photos)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114308197015898194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114308197015898194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114308197015898194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114308197015898194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/03/snowboarding-adventure-par_114308197015898194.html' title='A Snowboarding Adventure - Part 2 (the photos)'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114254315325982714</id><published>2006-03-16T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:17:49.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DID YOU KNOW.........</title><content type='html'>Grey's Anatomy has a web blog AND a podcast.  OMG SO SO excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greyswriters.com/"&gt;Grey Matter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course you can find the podcast on itunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much people, it's just too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114254315325982714?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114254315325982714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114254315325982714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114254315325982714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114254315325982714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-you-know.html' title='DID YOU KNOW.........'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114183530694422043</id><published>2006-03-08T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:28:26.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snowboarding Adventure - Part 1</title><content type='html'>I am now on Day 3 of snowboarding in Lake Tahoe, Diamond Peak.  Seriously every muscle in body hurts.  I have to wear layers and every time I pull a shirt over my head its incredibly painful. Funny  enough the actual falling isn’t that painful, but I’m doing much less of that anyway as of yesterday.  Except for one fall – hit my head pretty hard, had a bit of “yard sale” as they say, my goggles went flying off, of course that was after it had scratched me above the eye.  But people don’t worry, I’m a tough rider, I got back up on that board and linked a couple more turns and finished out the day.  I was supposed to be snowmobiling today but that didn’t work out so I’m headed back to the mountain.  I’m really not sure how much more of this my body can take.  I thought the kayaking on Saturday was rough.  I had no idea.  Of course this is my last day so I might as well try for a blue right.  Then comeback next year and start all over again.  &lt;br /&gt;Well we are off for the day but I will fill you on all my ex citing Tahoe details tomorrow night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114183530694422043?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114183530694422043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114183530694422043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114183530694422043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114183530694422043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/03/snowboarding-adventure-part-1.html' title='A Snowboarding Adventure - Part 1'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114127937553102355</id><published>2006-03-01T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:02:55.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear WB, Where are you going with this?</title><content type='html'>When you watch a lot of tv you become really attached to the characters you even care about them a little bit.  I started crying in the first five minutes of One Tree Hill, it was so good and the music makes it so emotional, and you can guess the whole storyline, I mean we all knew it would be Jimmy, and yeah he would probably kill himself, Peyton wasn’t going to die.  But Keith, really.  OMG. I’m passed shocked, I don’t even know what that is.  How could Dan do it, what man does that, even a pretend man,  a fictional character, he can’t hate his brother that much.  The whole episode is filled with people who love each other so much, who do whatever they can, people who come to the rescue of one another.  The whole time I was thinking how much I would want someone to come for me.  And then Dan just shoots him, and that just leaves you nowhere.  Jimmy could have shot him, but Dan?  Where are they even going with this? Who are the people that write this?  It’s only Wednesday.  Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW:  Didn’t even remotely make it to that gravity class, not the 9am, 10am even 11am – oh well at least there is another one tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114127937553102355?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114127937553102355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114127937553102355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114127937553102355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114127937553102355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-wb-where-are-you-going-with-this.html' title='Dear WB, Where are you going with this?'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114119700003455791</id><published>2006-02-28T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:10:00.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sephora, The Gym, Three Days Off</title><content type='html'>Really does life get better than this?  I love having time off, it's one of my favorite parts of working.  I have two whole weeks off and I'm very excited.  I had originally scheduled a trip to Mexico, but it seems to be a bad weekend for that so Plan B.  (Side note: I love how Logan kisses Rory, at least at the beginning of the episode because from the preview I know he’s won’t be doing that by the end. And if I ever have an ex husband I really want him to be like Christopher.)  Anyway Plan B.  Hearst Castle, kayaking in Morro Bay, I hear I may need a wetsuit, luckily I was thinking of picking one up tomorrow, you think I’m kidding but I’m not.  So this should be very fun.  Then on Sunday I’m off to Lake Tahoe!! Super excited about this too, Maria is going to teach me to snowboard, yes me, I’m becoming quite athletic with the whole gym thing.  Which brings me to the gym, now the whole class thing hasn’t been working out, but today I decided I was just going to make it.  8pm, gravity class, I was sooo there.  Early!  So of course the class was cancelled.  So this left with me with two other options, jazz/funk -  hmm, is that really the first class I wanted to jump into, hmmm no.  But me so quick to judge decided to go with Kundalini yoga.  So once again I’m early, five minutes, nothing crazy.  The other class goes ten minutes late.  But I’m okay with this, so I go sit down the instructor talks for thirty minutes THIRTY MINUTES PEOPLE.  I about freaked out everything from him speeding on the freeway, unity of yoga and marriage, the government and laws and how they box us in, it just kept on going, oh yes and they should hang a picture of Jesus in the yoga center, but the staff at the Y thought it might be offensive, now I understand it’s a Christian organization but personally would not like to get all hot and sweaty in front of him, even to me that seems a little wrong.  The gym is not a sacred place, sure maybe in the administrative office but in the actual gym, and he’s like – people are just afraid, the whole city is afraid, I can’t even smile at the cashier at the grocery store, they just freak out, of my spirit is just TOO MUCH for them to handle.  Thirty minutes people.  Then they started with the breathing – breathing good, then the Ohms lots of very loud Ohms.  So I had horrible work out, 20 minutes doesn’t do anything, that’s no calories, no fat burned – nothing! (I ate a ColdStone caramel temptation – I needed to burn some serious calories!)  What a waste, I tried to go back but I just sat for almost forty minutes doing nothing.  I tried an extra five minutes but I couldn’t get into it so Plan B (lots of these today) went and steamed instead—Kelly you are a genius, the steam room always cheers me up.  &lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I let myself in to Sephora, without any real intentions.  I mean if you go in for something specific its much better, but thinking you may want some moisturizer without knowing much else, man, not good, $150 later I ended up with two face washes, a moisturizer and sun block.  You know for the past month I’ve been washing and moisturizing just fine but one step into Sephora you wonder how you even got to this moment without all the crap you are buying, luckily it all has good packaging and lovely smells so I think it will be worth it, I don’t want to be a wrinkled hag at 30 now do I?  &lt;br /&gt;Can’t even wait for tomorrow, who knows what I’ll end up with.   Maybe a new wetsuit, and hopefully I’ll make the 9am gravity class, that’s funny 9am.  The mysteries of tomorrow.  I’ll let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114119700003455791?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114119700003455791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114119700003455791&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114119700003455791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114119700003455791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/sephora-gym-three-days-off.html' title='Sephora, The Gym, Three Days Off'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114075720802365003</id><published>2006-02-23T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:00:08.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't even understand the problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your PhD in Men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/good.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand men almost better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.&lt;br /&gt;Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/"&gt;How Well Do You Understand Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114075720802365003?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114075720802365003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114075720802365003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114075720802365003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114075720802365003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-dont-even-understand-problem.html' title='I just don&apos;t even understand the problem...'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114075613014688870</id><published>2006-02-23T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:42:10.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it, I just knew it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE7F3" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEF4F9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114075613014688870?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114075613014688870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114075613014688870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114075613014688870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114075613014688870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-knew-it-i-just-knew-it.html' title='I knew it, I just knew it!'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114074588259622440</id><published>2006-02-23T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:35:49.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEOPLE!!! He's perfect for me!</title><content type='html'>He plays soccer and basketball!!! Do you remember I wanted to be a soccer mom and learn how to do a lay up.  OMG I'm so excited.  I totally play soccer with Teddy (my mom's dog) all the time when I'm in Phoenix.  I should totally google soccer news and how to make crepes (I think he likes crepes).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way you can call me MCM80 ('cause I'm 80 times better than anyone out there) - yeah props to Teri for that one, cause I'm totally in to the double X L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114074588259622440?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114074588259622440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114074588259622440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114074588259622440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114074588259622440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/people-hes-perfect-for-me.html' title='PEOPLE!!! He&apos;s perfect for me!'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114074279138995466</id><published>2006-02-23T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:59:51.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn The Fictional Wife</title><content type='html'>So my crush wants to marry Alicia Keys!! People I'm no Alicia Keys, this sucks.  I don't even sing.  I just don't understand why he can't read my mind and just ask me out.  I mean I send him "ask me out" thoughts all day long!  Boys think they know everything but really they know nothing.  But maybe he'll just wait and ask me out next week.  I keep wondering if we have anything to talk about we could possibly go out to dinner and have nothing to say to each other.  I should try to come up with some interesting subjects of conversation.  Maybe about travel, he likes travel.  If you have any interesting dinner trivia let me know.  The good news is he believes in fictional wives just like I believe in fictional husbands.  We do seem like a good pair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114074279138995466?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114074279138995466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114074279138995466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114074279138995466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114074279138995466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn-fictional-wife.html' title='Damn The Fictional Wife'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114063676085214221</id><published>2006-02-22T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:39:17.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you wonder what I do</title><content type='html'>This is a link to an LA Times article about my friend Jenny.  She is the Script Supervisor for the Oscars, so if you were ever wondering what I did all day long, it's this to a smaller scale.  Yeah it's a good look into the truly exciting life I lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theenvelope.latimes.com/awards/oscars/env-et-script22feb22,0,924534.story?coll=env-oscars"&gt;Keeper of the Oscar Script&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114063676085214221?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114063676085214221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114063676085214221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114063676085214221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114063676085214221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-wonder-what-i-do.html' title='If you wonder what I do'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114057811663020839</id><published>2006-02-21T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:15:16.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to Sugar Free Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It was a success till about 7pm,  I'm still at work obviously not do much but waiting around for my group to finish, and no I can help them finish any faster - it's just how things are around here.  But yes I have cracked open a can of coke and grabbed two bite size 3 muskateers.  It was a good fight.  We can try again next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114057811663020839?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114057811663020839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114057811663020839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114057811663020839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114057811663020839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/update-to-sugar-free-tuesday.html' title='Update to Sugar Free Tuesday'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114057757577585272</id><published>2006-02-21T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:06:16.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More XXL</title><content type='html'>They have a section called "eye candy" and from what I gather (I only have one issue to reference) its the monthly Video Vixen spread.  This month we have 21 year old Piarry.  She tells us the benefits of being a main model vs just the regular extras (they essentially get treated like crap, don't get hair and makeup, and don't get to party with the artists).  She is a profoundly deep woman.  &lt;br /&gt;My favorite thought of Miss Piarry, (in reply to maintaining her current four year relationship) "I think I could do it, but I've been fooled before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fooled before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize there were things I thought I could do but it turns out, I've been fooled before. Thank you Miss Piarry for helping me see how thing went wrong before.  Now if she and 50 could come together, they would be unstoppable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114057757577585272?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114057757577585272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114057757577585272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114057757577585272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114057757577585272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-xxl.html' title='More XXL'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114057500448710394</id><published>2006-02-21T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:23:24.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know It's A Good Year...</title><content type='html'>"...We got Dipset furs on, over $1.8 million in jewelry.  Our swagger and paper is so amazing that the multi is gonna be some other sh*t..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the f***ing movement is so in the streets that it makes people like us even more.  We make more money selling hundred of thousand than [someone] selling 3, 4 million..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So says Cam'ron, a New York rapper who was recently interviewed in "XXL" magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes I do believe Cam'ron is having a good year, I mean other than being shot in a fake car jacking for his 2006 Lamborghini, and not selling millions of cds through the store (where I'm guessing the profit is quite slim with all those middle men) but instead have a strong street movement with a more direct marketing approach, he gets to wear his new line of Dipset Furs and wear all the bling he can carry.  A good year indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really I must say that I'm coming to admire the work ethic of some rappers.  I mean 50 Cent, now I didn't see his movie but from the ads I could tell he really came a long way to make a name for himself.  &lt;br /&gt;(I did little bit of research)  He was raised by his grandparents, shot (for the first of what turns out to be many many times) when he was eight. I mean he's accomplished some lofty goals in his 30 years.  He's had more obstacles than I could ever imagine.  I mean shoot me once and I'm down, maybe I'll try for a comeback.  But shoot me nine times, I'm sure to give up.  He worked so hard on his rapping that DJs released his cds because he didn't have a label.  At 30 he's made it on to the billboard charts, has movie about his life, and is feared by the rapping community.  The man is tough!  Me now I'm not 30, yet, but we all know its coming, I have blog with like ten readers, I have a "career" and I use that term lightly, which I recently found out that I'm progressing quite slowly through the ranks, and I live in a studio apartment, and I have no bling, and some days I really really do want some bling, like these diamond star earrings.  Moving along, I realize my passion is not script, it doesn't speak to me like music speaks to 50 and Cam'ron.  So perhaps I'll take a page out of the book of these rap stars and make this my year.  I too should be dripping in bling as a reward for being so successful for something I love to do.  I think I owe it to myself to Netflix “Get Rich or Dye Tryin’” I think it will be a true story of drive, motivation and how belief in your dreams can make anything happen.  And it will probably have some pretty good action scenes. Hopefully its better than “8 Mile” because I remember not liking that even though it has Brittany Murphy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114057500448710394?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114057500448710394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114057500448710394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114057500448710394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114057500448710394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-its-good-year.html' title='You Know It&apos;s A Good Year...'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114056791441684495</id><published>2006-02-21T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:35:14.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't have a boyfriend: Reason 38</title><content type='html'>Hmm, he’s an attractive man, I wonder if he’s in good at making out?  Let’s go talk to him… wow he’s smart and funny, and really tall.   I think I might like this boy.  How ever will I get his attention?  This is where it seems to fall apart for me.  Let’s see what’s my first move – oh yes let me IM my friend in New York and tell her how cute I think he is, he definitely works out.  So I just walk around liking him for two days.  Ooh crush is off, how can he not like me?  I’m funny people, a real crack up!!  Oh wait you know he’s teasing me, this is exactly liked getting kicked in the third grade, ooh he likes me!! Crush is back on.  So now I wave, I smile, I stop by his office to see what he’s up to (I know, I’m really not busy on this show).  Today he comes in and says “how’s my soon to be ex-girlfriend doing?”  What did he just say ex-girlfriend… FANTASTIC that means he could totally see going out with me for at least a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah and this is reason 38 that I do not have a boyfriend – when boys are mean and tease me I mistake that for true interest, you know like a someone who might actually call me to invite me to dinner kind of interest. Damn the boys that call and pay me attention, I know they just want to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:  Sometimes I think I eat way to much sugar so I’ll have a sugar free day (refined sugar only people) and its 4:30 and I haven’t had not even ONE piece of those little chocolates from the kitchen, and I realize it really shouldn’t be this hard but it is.  Now I want to go home, cute boy or not, sugar free days suck! (And I’ve had an apple and an orange and grapes, so its not like I haven’t had anything sweet, it just hasn't been those tiny bite size chocolates that I love so much).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114056791441684495?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114056791441684495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114056791441684495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114056791441684495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114056791441684495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-i-dont-have-boyfriend-reason-38.html' title='Why I don&apos;t have a boyfriend: Reason 38'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114021669383147038</id><published>2006-02-17T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:51:33.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Note</title><content type='html'>Don't you wish you could get one of those "Make Germs Visible Machines" like the news stations have -  I wish I had one for my house so I could see where all the germs are when I'm cleaning. Robin where do you guys get those when doing the "special reports?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114021669383147038?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114021669383147038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114021669383147038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114021669383147038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114021669383147038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/side-note.html' title='Side Note'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114021534476018869</id><published>2006-02-17T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:29:04.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Love Match...</title><content type='html'>So I know you all are starting to think that I don't do much work when I'm working because I have time for all this blogging and quizzing and what not.  But I know you all are dying to know what my Celebrity Match is so I have to share, not that it's at all surprising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BOY NEXT DOOR: Matt Damon&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, you're looking for a man with "white picket fence" potential: the guy who will compliment your mom, helps clean the dishes and could melt the polar ice caps with his smile. He's not always perfect and can be a tad too predictable at times, but you'll love the fact that he's got a dependable job, coaches Little League on the weekends and still finds time to let you know how much he loves you. He's more "apple pie" than "devil's food cake" -- but that means the last thing he'll want to do is break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Other matches: Usher, Zach Braff, John Cusack, Michael J. Fox, Denzel Washington &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I'm not a Matt Damon girl, his description seems pretty accurate.  And can I just say I don't think Usher really falls into this category because I've seen his abs on Oprah, and he doesn't really strike me as the boy next door, not to say that is he was looking for a girlfriend, wife, whatever that I'd turn him down.  Of course then everyday I'd have to stare at those abs and contemplate my own lack of abs so maybe he isn't the best choice for forever, unless of course he teaches me how to get those abs, but I get the feeling it's not what you call a fun process but I'm sure if he was helping me it would well worth it.  Hmm who knew I was so into Usher? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we've just had some office chatter about boys, love, and marriage and I'm so excited about really falling in love because what’s better than finding your soul mate.  And there is just no way of knowing who it’s going to be.  If you think about it, it really is an amazing thing to find. Because it’s definitely a process.  Finding the one you sync with.  To be on the same page at that moment in time and to find someone you think is amazing and charming and attractive and funny and brilliant.  But the good thing about that is you only have to think that about each other, it doesn't really matter if other people don't see the same thing.  So that kind of helps the odds I think.  I mean not everyone wants to be soccer parents of twins with curly hair and take exotic surf trips around the world and teach me how to do a lay up.  Some people hate the beach or hate flying or hate twins, especially identical ones you can’t tell apart.  And some people aren’t funny and you know my soul mate is going to be funny, and he has to think I’m funny otherwise I’ll drive him nuts and he’ll be a self made widow – and that would be bad for me.  So I guess it’s just a narrowing down process. But really I just can’t wait to figure out who it is because from that point on my whole life will be different.  &lt;br /&gt;(I’m going to laugh if I end up marrying someone who is less athletic than me, afraid of heights, and so neurotic he won’t want to leave our house that he clutters with insect magazines – but apparently I’ll be in love so I won’t mind – too much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I really do love the mysteries of the universe!  There are just so many of them, it’s a wonder that we make any progress in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS this does not mean I'm looking to get married next week, however next week would be good for falling in love (at least for a little while).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114021534476018869?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114021534476018869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114021534476018869&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114021534476018869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114021534476018869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/celebrity-love-match.html' title='Celebrity Love Match...'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114011639134163170</id><published>2006-02-16T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:59:51.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like  A Staple's Catalogue</title><content type='html'>People people people a surprising lot you are!  No other “mints” in the crowd so far but some interesting friends I have.  Turns out some of you are quite smart (the “CD-Rs” - with your stacks of data -I should have known- the smarty pants of the group), several “desks” in the crowd (turns out you are actually quite important in the grand scheme of things, but I kind of knew it, you all are way more important than me when it comes to the office), a surprising number of “Ibico® KomboTM”  (aka a lever-operated punch for making a row of rectangular holes in a stack of paper and fitting a plastic "comb" binding into them. If you haven't seen one in use, you'd probably have no idea what it is - truly this explains those people well- one must meet them to grasp their mere existence), and for all my “bulldog clips” - and there are more than a couple - you crack me up, funny enough its the seemingly sweet ones, at least they are on the outside, with the "powerful steel gripper" on the inside.  And to my lone "file cabinet" and "heavyweight (44 lb) cream white laser printable paper stock" your supply fits you surprisingly well.  True colors people, true colors.  &lt;br /&gt;So with this knowledge, I have decided to embrace my mintiness.  After all it’s bringing people together.  And you know being a breath of fresh air isn’t so bad, even if it’s not a “real” office supply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114011639134163170?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114011639134163170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114011639134163170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114011639134163170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114011639134163170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-like-staples-catalogue.html' title='It&apos;s Like  A Staple&apos;s Catalogue'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-114003413631059135</id><published>2006-02-15T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:08:56.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Depressing</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking I love office supplies.  I love Staples, all the things that help you get organized - fun let's see what office supply I might be.  So here it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width='90%' border=1 cellpadding=8 align='center'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width='1%'&gt;&lt;img src="http://paulkienitz.net/quizpix/office_altoids.jpg" width=200 height=150&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I am: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;a tin of Altoids&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;sup&gt;Â®&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/font&gt; mints&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There are times when a good breath freshener can really improve the interpersonal atmosphere in an office.Â  (Of course, these special mints might have been purchased to give an exquisite extra tingle to quickie oral sex in the supply closet.)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href='http://paulkienitz.net/office-supply.html'&gt;Which office supply are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a stapler or a binder that holds it all together, not an integral piece of equipment - a fax, copy machine.  No I'm a box of mints. Mints.  I'm good at breaking the ice if you want to talk someone, oh yeah just offer them a mint to get the ball rolling.  I make people less offensive.  Great.  Oh yes, I'm all about the office hook up.  Nothing at all about being productive, high quality efficient, things people need when it comes to work.  Just a little box of mints.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryn is "a stack of blank CD-R discs: The most cost-effective way to store and deliver large amounts of data." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love blank cds, they steal them all the time.  But when I think about her new job its hard for me to believe she is cost effective, but she really does store tremendous amount of data in that head of hers so she's definitely worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-114003413631059135?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114003413631059135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=114003413631059135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114003413631059135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/114003413631059135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-depressing.html' title='How Depressing'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113998574992952496</id><published>2006-02-14T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:42:29.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh House</title><content type='html'>You have to find less debilitating outlets than humiliating people...&lt;br /&gt;I hear bowling is more fun than stocking....&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lunatic who desperately needs a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dr. James Wilson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113998574992952496?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113998574992952496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113998574992952496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113998574992952496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113998574992952496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-house.html' title='Oh House'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113998082415954964</id><published>2006-02-14T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:20:39.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Give the Gilmore's a Chance</title><content type='html'>Okay Logan is so hot and Rory's hair is really shiny -  I am feeling a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113998082415954964?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113998082415954964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113998082415954964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113998082415954964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113998082415954964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-give-gilmores-chance.html' title='Just Give the Gilmore&apos;s a Chance'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113998024764979588</id><published>2006-02-14T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:10:47.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really... this whole working out thing?</title><content type='html'>So I just came from my second work out.  2.5 miles in just over 40 minutes.  A full episode of Wonderfalls kept me going the whole time.  As I walked really fast it occurred to me that there must be more to this than what I was currently doing.  I know people use weights but I don’t know where the weight section is.  There seems to be a lot of basketball and racquet ball, but I don’t if you can just use the courts or if you sign up or where you would sign up.  Do you bring your own basketball, I’m finding it very complicated and I still can’t find the room that has the gravity class.  I also noticed everyone was a lot more sweaty than me.   I was in the target heart rate for cardio but that’s over the target heart rate for low intensity fat burn.  I really don’t know what that means.  And I’m in a horrible mood right now.  There was little parking issue when I first got there, which didn’t so much bother me while working out – thanks to the video distraction, but it did during my post workout stretch, and I’m sure I need to do more than touch my toes, I think I have a book on stretching I need to pull out, and now I’m just in bad mood.  I don’t think walking for 40 minutes three times a week is going to make me lose ten pounds.  I can’t believe I been suckered into the whole gym mentality.  This sucks.  Whenever I did the hot yoga I always left in a great mood.  All sweaty and toned feeling.  Granted I didn’t get to watch my show but it was good me time.  Wow even two episodes of Gilmore Girls isn’t cheering me up and I can’t eat pizza because I just worked out.  Ew I’m one of those girls. People I know you all work out, you tell me you do, how do you deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113998024764979588?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113998024764979588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113998024764979588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113998024764979588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113998024764979588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/really-this-whole-working-out-thing.html' title='Really... this whole working out thing?'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113995856766162975</id><published>2006-02-14T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:09:27.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sweet Valentine</title><content type='html'>So I know I complain about my job a lot, but lately I've been pleasantly surprised by those I work with. Today we had chocolate fondue at work, and my department is playing all the cheesy love songs we have in our itunes (which being three girls, we have quite the collection) and I have all day to look up  last minute deals to Switzerland and Cabo and Costa Rica.  So even though I don't have a valentine and nobody to make out with, I have gotten a personal fondue party, (which is nice because even if I did have a valentine no way I'm cutting up all that fruit), and I get to hear love songs all day long, and in three weeks I'll be sitting on a beach somewhere (unless I decide I can’t pass up a trip to Switzerland).  And I have a possible crush developing so valentine or not the 14th is a good day. &lt;br /&gt;Of course the even better news is that I have finally joined a gym last night so next year maybe someone will love me for just my body because apparently I'm just not that charming (boo hoo).  I paid $147 to stair master for 15 minutes.  But I just download two episodes of Wonderfalls to my little video player so maybe tonight I can go for 45 minutes, maybe I’ll forget that I’m working out if I get to watch a commercial free quirky coming of age comedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113995856766162975?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113995856766162975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113995856766162975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113995856766162975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113995856766162975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-sweet-valentine.html' title='Oh Sweet Valentine'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113989508233239465</id><published>2006-02-13T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:31:22.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back :)</title><content type='html'>Okay sometimes I think that I love television too much.  But then there are episodes that validate my obsession.  An hour of television that is so good it’s ridiculous.  I mean absolutely ridiculous.  The only thing I hate about watching amazing television is watching it alone.  Of course it is better than watching with someone who can’t appreciate it, but when it’s this good I want to share.  I want to have that moment in real life too.   I want to share the shock and the heartfelt moments.  I of course want to talk about it!  Did you see Meredith’s head bounce when she hit the floor?  When Dr. Shepard almost let Tucker die because his love for Meredith?  When he goes looking for her when its all over? George, how great is George? People this is great television. I know its just a medical drama, but its so much more, it’s like the first season of The O.C. when Ryan couldn’t go an episode without hitting someone.  So after watching an amazing, touching hour of television I’m left sitting there with a moment of deep thought about love and life and how things work out.  Then I hear in a cheery little news voice that the Vice President accidentally shot someone? What? Accidentally?  He’s surrounded by Secret Service, why is he even holding a gun. “Oh more about that coming up in an hour.” &lt;br /&gt;So instead of letting them ruin  the after glow of such a great episode I of course turn off the news because that is not the magic of television I so dearly love and appreciate it.  However I’m sure my ever faithful tivo has yet and another impressive and magical hour of television waiting for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113989508233239465?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113989508233239465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113989508233239465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113989508233239465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113989508233239465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back :)'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113756550907406961</id><published>2006-01-17T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:47:00.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you need it</title><content type='html'>Nothing cheers a girl up like a little bit of Tammy time at a beauty pageant and a little bit of Wildfire on itunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113756550907406961?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113756550907406961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113756550907406961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113756550907406961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113756550907406961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-when-you-need-it.html' title='Just when you need it'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113738936241202676</id><published>2006-01-15T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:54:53.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First 36 Hours</title><content type='html'>So I will first state that I am not a small town girl.  I grew up in Phoenix, it’s &lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ipa/A0763098.html"&gt;the 6th largest city in the US&lt;/a&gt;.  I live in Los Angeles, I have been to New York and London and other major metropolitan areas and have always done just fine.  But Las Vegas – wow.  &lt;br /&gt;Talk about an overwhelming city.  Nobody warns you.  Nobody talks about the mass of people, the scale of the buildings.  The fact that they recreate the outdoors inside!  It’s not that they recreate the outdoors inside, it’s that is such a good job!  It freaks me out. It’s been 36 hours and still it freaks me out.  I swear they can make the clouds move.  It’s always late afternoon.  And they have malls inside of these hotels.  Not just a few stores but actual malls that I would drive 30 minutes to.  And they create the mall to make you think you go from the inside to the outside.  And this is even before I leave my hotel.  Which by the way just a regular room has the hugest bath tub.  Thankfully there is a mall with a Bath &amp; Body Works, Aveda, L’Occitane, H2O+ and Sephora right here, so really I have my pick of bubble bath for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Bellagio fountain show, sort of a romantic thing.  I can see Las Vegas as sort of romantic overall.  Everything is grander than it should be, the scale of it all is just overwhelming, its kind of what you think love will be like.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh right and there are real hookers here.  I even saw one.  I’m going to see if I can spot any more later in the week.  And my hotel has a Commander’s Palace, mmm delicious.  My first meal here was the Eggs Versailles with a mimosa (and during the week they have 25¢ martinis), had I not been so freaked out by the hugeness of LV and been so nervous with my lunch people I would have fallen in love with the city right there.  &lt;br /&gt;So I think I could easily become a Vegas girl.  We’ll see how the rest of the week works itself out.  I do know that I need to see the white tigers and maybe even a show, hopefully other than the one I’m working on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, slowly becoming a football fan.  Very cool fourth quarter with the Steelers and the Colts.   I’m just glad the Patriots are out.  I’m so over Foxboro (even though I love Vinny T’s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113738936241202676?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113738936241202676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113738936241202676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113738936241202676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113738936241202676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-36-hours.html' title='The First 36 Hours'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113708212510459440</id><published>2006-01-12T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:08:45.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be awake</title><content type='html'>So I just woke up from the two strangest dreams.  In the first one, I took the plants out of my aquarium and found out my fish had three new babies!  And the snails (that I found in real life yesterday) kept trying to play with the baby fish and kept getting hurt.  And the snails had big cartoon eyes, it was like they were talking with their eyes. They were just so animated.  Weird but fun, I would love if my fish had babies in real life, but they are both girls so I don’t think that’s actually going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Then the second one was much creepier.  I had gotten stop by a fake police officer who took six dollars from me, then when I got home he had attacked (my dream friend) Addy’s boyfriend and I knew he was a fake cop so I went outside and beat the crap out of him.  Good thing the alarm went off, beating up fake officers is scary stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like creepy dreams, the creepiness stays with you through out the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113708212510459440?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113708212510459440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113708212510459440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113708212510459440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113708212510459440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-good-to-be-awake_12.html' title='It&apos;s good to be awake'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113705393635639722</id><published>2006-01-11T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:18:56.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So we danced</title><content type='html'>So one my favorite parts about my job is show day.  I’m always excited, who’s going to come, how’s it going to go, are we going to go to the after party?  All the work comes together and the show just goes on.  Overall good show I’d say.  The host cracked me up.  I’m a fan of Jessica Simpson (sort of – I think I just really like pop stars, I love when people are famous for who they are even if they aren’t the most talented person out there).  And I’m (now) a big fan of George Lopez.&lt;br /&gt;On this particular show I worked with a really good department.  They put up with my endless chatter of dating and blogging and whatever else popped into my mind that I didn’t seem to have a filter to stop.  Good sports these three, and they are all hilarious in their own way.  So the shows over and we decided since we weren’t so much invited to the after party we’d just try to get in anyway.  Jenny is very brave in this way.  Turns out that this was not hard at all, you just walk right in.  So we hit the bar, there are some lovely blue drinks floating around and we each get one.  Bombay Sapphire Gin, I’m a fan.  We manage to find ourselves some food, see a couple of CSI people, and grab a table right by the dance floor.  We saw a girl that looked like Chloe from Smallville (it wasn’t) turns out she does the marketing for Bombay.  She actually gets Ashlee Simpson more often – I can see that – she’s a good sport either way.  &lt;br /&gt;So at our front row table we watch this blonde officey kind of girl (who must be completely trashed right now) get down with this older Sammy Davis kind of guy.  The moves these two had, and they didn't even know each other!  He’s having her bend over then running across the floor leaping over her.  And they just slide and wiggle back and forth across the dance floor.  They both spend a lot of time laying on the dance floor wiggling about.  It’s all very jaw dropping kind of moves.  I have a second blue concoctions and think I should have a dance off with her, just to make it a little more fun.  But really I think I would have needed a third drink so that didn’t happen.  &lt;br /&gt;The dance floor starts to fill up a bit and I beg my department to come dance with me.  Jenny’s totally up for this (she hasn’t ever seen me dance) and with a bit of cajoling we get Brad on the dance floor but not Bryan.  That is till he sees how much fun we are having be bopping about without a care in the world.  Then he just can’t help but join us.  I must say that was one of the best times I have had on a dance floor in a while.  (Of course on Thursday I’m going to Cowboy Country early to learn a few dance moves – so we’ll have to see what’s better).  And this quite girl came and danced with us, turned out she was all of 15!  She didn’t look 15 that’s for sure, but nice girl, good dancer – she did this whole back bend thing kind of like Dirty Dancing but with out the guy holding her up.  Impressive, and she did it in a very non-slutty club girl kind of way.   At some point though you just wonder how long you’re supposed to stay on the dance floor.  You just can’t think of any more moves and you get thirsty, but can you just leave your group on the dance floor?  Turns out for the most part we were all done dancing.  It wasn’t till I was back up stairs that I heard more songs that I new that I wanted to dance too.  They played “Great Ball of Fire”  how fun is that!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we met this girl Amanda who was 24 dating this guy I don’t remember his name, but the guy was 50!  This Amanda girl thought this was funny stuff, she’s in med school going to be a pediatrician and they have this joke about how he’s a baby so that’s just perfect.  (Ew!) Essentially she just seems to prey on older men.  Not that this 50 year-old man is having any issue with this, he shares with me that they have a mutual affection for spanking.  Ew, seriously people I’m just trying to say that maybe this is slightly inappropriate.  That girl has trouble written all over her, and loves that about herself, good for her I guess – 24 with a questionable but healthy self-esteem.  At least she doesn’t ask if her butt looks big all the time.  But then we lose focus on this slightly disturbing situation when we find out there is a dessert bar.  Yes they a chocolate fondue fountain, mmm good stuff, and ready made smores, which I didn’t have one, I just enjoyed the fact that they were available.  Overall good party.  &lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up to go to the chiropractor, but all that dancing and good time just relaxed me so there was very little adjusting to do. I felt a little bit silly going in and having no reason to be there but hey now I have a new chiropractor I really like should I ever throw my back out with all this new dancing I’m doing this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113705393635639722?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113705393635639722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113705393635639722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113705393635639722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113705393635639722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-we-danced.html' title='So we danced'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113683971449202693</id><published>2006-01-09T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:48:34.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's favorite quote from another blog:</title><content type='html'>"The first time a guy tried to pull the "making love" phrase on me...I started cracking up...I mean...all out just burst out laughing in his face.  Then asked "Do you really call it that?"  The way I said it must have made him feel a little silly because he turned red and just shut the Hell up.  He was trying to be all General Hospital with me...ahhh...how cute..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kelly-kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love GH references&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113683971449202693?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113683971449202693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113683971449202693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113683971449202693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113683971449202693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-favorite-quote-from-another.html' title='Today&apos;s favorite quote from another blog:'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113683542783287906</id><published>2006-01-09T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:52:18.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Discovery</title><content type='html'>So one of the pros of my job is the craft service table.  Sometimes it can be disappointing but more often than not it’s a highlight of my day.  Who can't love a table of snacks.  When you become a producer you get to make requests, not so much requesting as just getting exactly what you want.  I always wonder what I'm going to want when I'm in charge.  I like the bite size snickers packs, that have the 3 Musketeers and Milky Way and Aquafina water, but if I was in charge I'd get the Penta water.  But overall I don't have anything good so maybe that’s why I'm not in charge. Anyway I digress.  On this particular table I have come across string cheese, which not that exciting but definitely a nice surprise.  The really exciting discovery is the Nutella.  I'v seen it all week just wasn't sure why.  But Brad had put it on a toasted bagel with cream cheese!!  Bryan was telling me how Nutella is actually better for you than peanut butter.  People this is a divine little snack!  Hints of the Ferra Roche which I also love, turns out yes people I'm a hazelnut fan - who knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113683542783287906?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113683542783287906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113683542783287906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113683542783287906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113683542783287906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-discovery.html' title='A New Discovery'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113676929024841122</id><published>2006-01-08T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T06:14:45.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were stranded on a desert island what box DVD set would you want?</title><content type='html'>Jenny thought Lost - that is hysterical, it’s like wanting Gilligan’s Island, but scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and Brian can't make such a huge life decision on the spur of the moment but they did come up with a few possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;CSI, &lt;br /&gt;The O.C. (because of the hot girls - but really CSI: Miami has more hot girls, but they are usually dead, and that's kind of creepy for being stranded on an island)&lt;br /&gt;Seinfeld (ew - whatever, its just because there are ten years of it)&lt;br /&gt;Cops (now that’s funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, hmm. &lt;br /&gt;The O.C. - but really just the first season&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy - but I'd have to wait a couple of years so I could watch lots and lots of them! I love that show!&lt;br /&gt;Mad About You, because they still make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;I considered Veronica Mars and Gilmore Girls but they don't really have stranded island appeal.&lt;br /&gt;My So Called Life, just some really good TV&lt;br /&gt;Alias, just because I could really figure out all the secrets that the brilliant JJ came up with.&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Jessica!!&lt;br /&gt;GH wouldn't really work in this scenario because you only watch them once, but I could watch the first 20 years see how it all came about.&lt;br /&gt;Designing Women, the Sugarbakers people!&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal, America’s Next Top Model, Dawson’s Creek, The Office (the British version), Dynasty or Knots Landing (from start to finish, it would all be new to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It think if I was stranded tomorrow it would be – My So Called Life or The O.C..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113676929024841122?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113676929024841122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113676929024841122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113676929024841122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113676929024841122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-you-were-stranded-on-desert-island.html' title='If you were stranded on a desert island what box DVD set would you want?'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113676254791908510</id><published>2006-01-08T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:14:41.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things</title><content type='html'>First, I'm adding to my new year's resolutions.  I'm not saying, "Ooh but I want to get marrrrrried" in my cry baby voice for the rest of the year!  Other smaller resolutions include working out (The number of years I have left to have a Maxim stomach are quickly passing me by.); to read at the very least one book a month (I went on half.com and order a bunch of books.  The first one I got "Number the Stars:  Lois Lowry," um yeah, it turns out it's a children's book, young adult really.  So January will be easy.); and I thought this year I might try to be early for everything- at least on time, which really means no more procrastinating (So far its actually going well, I realize I have a lot more downtime when I'm early.  If I remember to take a book with me, the book one will be no problem!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my new favorite “make me laugh site” www.chucknorrisfacts.com my favorite line being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Crop circles are Chuck Norris' way of telling the world that sometimes corn needs to lie the fuck down.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I’m still laughing about this!!  Who knew I was a Chuck Norris fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I am a fan of Sudoku, which has nothing to do with CN, but I love them and I love the new wacky ones they over lap or have silly rules just to change things up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my third thing is just a funny story – I constantly crack myself up.  So one of my gifts was a book called “The Pathfinder,” it’s a strategy book for changing careers or having a new perspective on the one you already have.   So those that know me know that I’m always looking for a new idea of who I want to be and what I want to do.  So after getting distracted while reading the intro I decide to make a list, because I love to make lists.  Then I pause for a moment and think how nice it would be if I could just find a job that I got to make lists all day long – OMG I would just love it!   This causes me to take another pause when I realize that is my exact job description.  I literally make lists and revise them all day long for weeks at a time.  So it turns out I don’t need a new career after all.  And I guess I don’t need to read the book so yeah back to the young adults section for February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113676254791908510?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113676254791908510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113676254791908510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113676254791908510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113676254791908510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/3-things.html' title='3 Things'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113376434436300815</id><published>2005-12-04T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:47:59.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would He Really Know?</title><content type='html'>So my VCR is broken.  This is actually not a huge problem, I do have a Tivo but because I already broke part of my TV, the VCR plays an integral part of my television watching process.  See I only have regular cable not Direct TV so my Tivo only records one thing at a time.  This is not extraordinarily helpful as I like to watch one thing while something else is recording.  The funny thing is I have now broken the coaxial cable input on both my TV and VCR.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I immediately decided I needed a new VCR, and well hey if I’m going to get one I might as well get a combo DVD player.  So I’m perusing my one of my favorite sites, Overstock.com.  Now is there really a difference between JVC, RCA, Emerson and all these other brands?  I’m guessing not, but I get the feeling the other half that I am currently missing would know.   So once again I find myself thinking how nice it would be if I had a boyfriend.  Not that I would necessarily end up with a boyfriend who is at all electronically knowledgeable but somehow I just want some cute boy to be able to tell me which one to get.  And I’m not talking about any cute boy, I could got to Best Buy with a skirt and lip gloss and get some supposedly knowledgeable, but only because he can read the box, sales kid’s opinion.  What I really want is help picking the right one because.  My boy would know me, and my television watching habits, he would know my TV set up and would be able to help me pick just the right one.  And theoretically he would be there to help me set up.  &lt;br /&gt;Now I’m perfectly capable of setting up my own VCR, in fact that’s my family job when I go home.  I set all the clocks, the VCRs, the Tivos, the DVDs and pretty much any other electronic or computer item my family brings into the house.  And then I leave them post-it notes about the right channels and remotes to use them. Yes, I’m a still quite helpful to have around.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am Sunday night wishing for a wise opinion of a theoretical boy when in reality I’m sure if I was in the same circumstance with real boyfriend, he would probably give me his unsolicited opinion which I would dismiss, and just pick my own VCR, because really why does he think he knows more about this than me, its not like he ever worked at Best Buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113376434436300815?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113376434436300815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113376434436300815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113376434436300815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113376434436300815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-would-he-really-know.html' title='What Would He Really Know?'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507739.post-113350685498828070</id><published>2005-12-01T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:21:30.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 First Blogs</title><content type='html'>So I've had a lot of things planned for my first blog.  I've been thinking about it non stop for days.  Every night I drive home and a thousand topics run through my head.  But I walk through my front door and my red tivo light wasn't on.   It's Thursday night, why wouldn't my tivo recording light be on at 10:04pm.  Has the power gone out, no the green light is on. I can see the time on the VCR.  Panic is now shooting through me.  What should be recording right now, is the tivo full?  OMG what would happen if - please no- what if The OC wasn't recorded.  I've had a deep seated fear all day that Veronica Mars didn't record last night and it was the one that has the alternate ending, its supposed to be the meteor shower event for Neptune.  This was Rob Thomas' favorite ep.  Now the tivo light isn't on.  I've been working late all week and haven't had a chance to check the status of my shows.  Standing in the dark I take a breath and and hit the power, come on already what is "now playing." Wow there it is, at the top of the screen, The OC, and surprisingly Reunion, which I'm happy to see and I look a little farther down Veronica Mars and One Tree Hill.  Now my early to bed, easier to rise theory will not be tested.  I have two, but honestly because of my serious lack of will power, I have at least three hours of TV to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I am with my first blog entry and my OC gang, my tivo loves me and it’s only one day till the weekend! OMG they just said like 50% of people meet their future mates in college.  I will stop here and leave that statement for another day.  His little “snow angel” I love Seth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507739-113350685498828070?l=lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113350685498828070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507739&amp;postID=113350685498828070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113350685498828070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507739/posts/default/113350685498828070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbottledwater.blogspot.com/2005/12/1000-first-blogs.html' title='1000 First Blogs'/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334756492555379509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7VX23Wxc7hk/S_WQRSR_D-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/c3s70DGQQV0/S220/Address+Cards+6A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
