<?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-5770122</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:44:35.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Maguire</title><subtitle type='html'>The Silly Day-to-Day Adventures Of Cookie Maguire. (Not!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107911614872992635</id><published>2004-03-12T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-12T18:31:26.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so grandma called and i'm staying over at her house. Go figure. I won't have a computer 24/7 but i'll still get to do some socializing...yeah, whatever.Next time mom puts me into this aarrrrgghhh! She was the one who set me up to stay at grandma's. Grandy being the tough-looking-always-in-a-bad-mood person she is rejected me in the first place, only to come back afterwards begging for me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107911614872992635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107911614872992635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107911614872992635' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107902946058104787</id><published>2004-03-11T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-11T18:26:37.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Choose Thy Love. Love Thy Choice.'  -German ProverbBusy days lately. I went to the Corel Draw Road Tour and it was very useful. I enjoyed my time there, it's such a great environment and I just love the people who goes to those events! They're so original, and funny, and creative. (As usual my name wasn't drawn out of the little bag of prices and I didn't get anything!).Saturday mom travels.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107902946058104787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107902946058104787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902946058104787' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107871432974548272</id><published>2004-03-08T02:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-08T15:44:38.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Messy MessyMy Work Place:At the right hand corner we see a white plastic chair, that's right it's one of those crappy ones, barbecue kind...mom's chair broke so she has my reclinable one now.On top of it we can see part of one of my mostly worn out jackets. It's all colorful, and i wore it for every high school exam...it's the lucky jacket kind of idea. I've also used it to cheat once or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107871432974548272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107871432974548272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871432974548272' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107870143852744319</id><published>2004-03-07T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-07T23:19:31.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're back from the audition. According to one of the shrinks who spoke at that seminar i'm going through what he would call extreme anguish. He had this entire theory, it wasn't really a theory (or well it was since since phsichiatry is this big theory in itself), putting that 'fact' aside...it's well known to those in the area...and he introduced it to us.He said that whenever there's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107870143852744319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107870143852744319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107870143852744319' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107860972233349635</id><published>2004-03-06T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-06T21:50:54.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'You Can't Trust Somebody When They Think You're Crazy.'I dreamt with that film all night, and it's not that big of a deal, not like it's that scarry. Then, i was thinking about it, and it's qualities...it's pretty well done, i figure the script isn't tied up all together that very well, cause you leave the movie theater with a few doubts, but other than that they did a pretty good job in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107860972233349635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107860972233349635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107860972233349635' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107853403647217253</id><published>2004-03-06T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-06T00:49:27.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have 8 minutes to write before my credit is all gone...then the computer will freeze, i'll loose all that i've written, i'll have to pay for my little stay here at this cyber cafe, i'll be pissed, i'll move on, then i'll go home thinking about something else! Dang, now i only have 6 more minutes...this little clock at the top is quite stressfull, you keep thinking you'll have to hurry just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107853403647217253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107853403647217253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107853403647217253' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107851500681074916</id><published>2004-03-05T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T19:32:17.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was my moms graduation. It was fun, ya know, pretty cool to see your mom graduate. Reminded me of that 'Gilmore Girls' episode where Rory misses her moms graduation...it's different to be the daughter sitting in the audience, not the mother...not that i've been the mother but...!For these past two days i attended a seminar given by the 8 most well-known speakers in brazil! Nossa it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107851500681074916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107851500681074916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107851500681074916' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107824605434789323</id><published>2004-03-02T16:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T16:49:42.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Are You Using That 'Key Finder' I Got Ya?' - 'No I'm Not!' - 'What's That Beaping Sound?'To me the first class i have on monday nights is quite boring (informatica basica), so i decided that it's ok to show up late and do something better with my time instead. That is why i went and watched 'Along Came Polly' last night! It's ok, pretty stupid but funny, definately a stress-releasing movie. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107824605434789323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107824605434789323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824605434789323' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107815858516586043</id><published>2004-03-01T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:31:52.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'...And The Oscar Goes To'I loved the little "time's-up" song they sang! Hahaha '...You're Boring' Good one...Billy Crystal cracks me up, especially that intro where he's in every movie, him playing Smeagal was good too.Edward Blake's appearance was great! Hahaha gosh he got me with that wheel chair...hehehe definitely deserved the little statue. Jim Carrey thinks he's too funny and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107815858516586043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107815858516586043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815858516586043' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107814729509976199</id><published>2004-02-28T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-01T13:23:41.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You Don't Have to be With Someone to Feel Whole. I Have no Problem Eating Popcorn And Watching Cartoons by Myself." - Blu CantrellYesterday i came back home early from college. Last week we decided not to go to school on friday and we did likewise yesterday. If no one show's up for class the teacher can't call you absent, therefore if it's a chilly friday night in the middle of a holiday and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107814729509976199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107814729509976199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107814729509976199' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107785092933118943</id><published>2004-02-26T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T03:18:05.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voltei do sitio. It rained pretty much every day but it was quite a lot of fun. I didn't do much...ate like a pig, slept like a rock, played lot's of games, and enough ping-pong and fuseball for an eternity.Friday i went to the soccer stadium (Pacaembu) to help prepare for the big event we were gonna have on saturday, i stayed there all day doing tons of stuff, among crafty things. I burnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107785092933118943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107785092933118943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785092933118943' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107719924726485598</id><published>2004-02-19T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-19T14:02:43.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love &amp; Understanding?!Let me get ya 'in' on the news.Last Friday I watched 'Cheaper By The Dozen'. It was enjoyable, it's a family movie so there aint much to say about it.At College everything is going great, I love what I'm learning. With the exception of Portuguese class every subject is a new experience/entertainment each day!I was voted on unanimously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107719924726485598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107719924726485598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107719924726485598' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107689242149240353</id><published>2004-02-16T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T21:16:14.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Relationships Are Meant To Stick'What's to be of lost souls that happen to cross your horizon and intervene with your destiny? Or better yet, is there such thing as destiny? I'd rather think of it as a fixed plan for each and everyone's lives, and I'll refer to that as destiny, though it's not how people often interpret it.it's just so amazing how easily and abundantly we impact peoples </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107689242149240353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107689242149240353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689242149240353' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107687251444151893</id><published>2004-02-15T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T21:12:47.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Take a Chance Everything's a Game'. - OffspringI Am Not Afraid To Have Fun.Fun: (adj.) Comical, Drollcartoons. laughter. comedy. smile. tears. adventure. teeth. picture. clean. pink. ticklish. icecream. tongue. jellybeans. allstar. peanutbutter. camp. boots. track. photoshop. feet. selflove. family. chaos. giggles. pastel. love. cd. avpaulista. swimmingpool. camposdejordao. pinetress. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107687251444151893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107687251444151893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107687251444151893' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107679937811568473</id><published>2004-02-14T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-14T22:58:08.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>45th Day, 321 Left, Week 7 - Happy Valentine's Day!Hmm it hasn't been so long since the last time I had to enforcedly ponder about my solitude! Even worse, I'll have to do it twice this year since valentine's day in Brazil is still to come.'Love Is a Good Thing' -Sheryl Crow (remind me to say that 500 times a day!)phew I just got tons of work done thank goodness. I'm happy today, but this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107679937811568473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107679937811568473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107679937811568473' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107660414190098696</id><published>2004-02-12T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-12T16:44:10.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'On the average, there are eight peas in a pod.'It's pretty interesting how the idea that the bible was the first book ever published (told to us as a fact ever since we were little children) is not really true, when really the first book ever published was a (unknown nowadays) book in China. - However, that 'myth' is not entirely wrong since 'Gutengerg's bible' was the first book published </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107660414190098696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107660414190098696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660414190098696' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107644605276014482</id><published>2004-02-10T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-10T20:49:19.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much to say, so little time...so much to do, so little will...so much to buy, so little money...not really...i lack in pensive thoughts and silly writtings (and humor!).I've been working hard lately. I've been quite amused at myself and the fact that i've been able to set aside things/thoughts that most of the times only puts me down.I have nothing to write about...-Cookie Maguire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107644605276014482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107644605276014482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644605276014482' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107627934776824709</id><published>2004-02-08T22:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-08T22:30:52.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Seu All Star Azul Combina Com Meu Preto, De Cano Alto'It used to be black black black with a thin layer of white shiny rubber surrounding it, and with a very delicate red stripe above the white layer. Now, the white rubber is rather known as gray rubber, and the what used to be a delicate red stripe is more like a series of 'chopped' crimson stripes.When new it used to stand up nice and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107627934776824709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107627934776824709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107627934776824709' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107619173698478005</id><published>2004-02-07T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-07T22:10:41.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mom Is a Strict Boss...I hardly had time this week to slack off and write in my blog!Well...It was a great week! I have an awesome class, at first I was kind of 'blehg' about it since there are tons of girls, very few men, and several older people (could be my parents old).But as the days went by, and as we little by little got acquainted with each other I realized that I couldn't be in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107619173698478005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107619173698478005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107619173698478005' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107592329402827251</id><published>2004-02-04T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:37:13.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well hi there!I'm at college now, managed to get here a bit earlier today so that I could get some work done. I've been sleepin' late and chores are being set aside. Not for long though...Just until I get used to my new schedule. I was never a late night sleeper...So this is too weird.I love college! I never thought I'd like it so bad...At first I was a bit crabby about the idea of comin' to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107592329402827251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107592329402827251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592329402827251' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107582161514424028</id><published>2004-02-03T15:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-03T15:23:55.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First day of college was fun!My class has 3 men only and 20 some women! We were told to arrive at 7:00pm, so i got there at about 6:15pm due to possible thunderstorms and stuff. I went to the office and asked the lady were i should go to and stuff, she told me to wait that in a few minutes I'd know...well so i looked for a place to sit. It was right next to this little stage they had, were this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107582161514424028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107582161514424028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582161514424028' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107572855968226107</id><published>2004-02-02T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-02T13:30:58.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College College CollegeHmmm, so the so expected day has arrived, today is my first day of college. Wow Big step...hahaha yeah whatever. I'm not all that excited about it though, just curious, curious about the people I'll meet.College goes from 7:00pm-10:45pm every night...that's a new situation for me...Good thing about the college I'm going to is that it's really close to the movie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107572855968226107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107572855968226107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107572855968226107' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107565895804374798</id><published>2004-02-01T18:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-01T18:10:56.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It dates back to probably around 1996. The first computer we've ever purchased came with a greenish-like screen/monitor and had an ugly beige color to it. No cute pictures fancied the background as well as no cute funny lookin' icons. In fact, we couldn't get past ms-dos, and typed projects had to be done in the edit program under the command of :/edit! It worked fine...to those acquainted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107565895804374798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107565895804374798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107565895804374798' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107550166663776372</id><published>2004-01-30T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-30T22:51:33.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Their Greed Will Take Them To Their Defeat.'After a good and profitable day of work helping 50 year old ladies surf the web in an attempt to find easy-to-do tips on their favorite crafts there's nothing better than going to the movies to set aside the wonders of a virtual inexistent world to enter the wonders of an inexistent reality!'Master And Commander' with Russell Crowe was the chosen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107550166663776372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107550166663776372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107550166663776372' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107539070963662985</id><published>2004-01-29T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-29T20:46:08.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm pms-ing.I never told ya about an interview that i was supposed to go to. It was an awesome place, and I'd work with everything i enjoy the most. We had set the interview for Monday but then the dude sent me an email asking me to go on Tuesday... so Tuesday came and i was all crabby and stuff, so i gave him a call and told him my car had broken down so i wouldn't be able to make it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107539070963662985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107539070963662985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107539070963662985' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107540902387777825</id><published>2004-01-28T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-30T22:53:25.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mona lisa SmileI watched it today. I liked it...well actually, it's so-so. There's something about Julia Roberts that i like, i dunno it's just a feeling inside like she's someone so fun and charming and...her laugh - i love it.The film criticizes society during the 50's with what i would call feminist eyes, makes you reflect about your role as a woman in society nowadays.It's interesting, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107540902387777825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107540902387777825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540902387777825' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107531036393523123</id><published>2004-01-28T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-28T21:12:21.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Just Let Me Sleep And Dream Nonesense!'It's amazing how easy it is to lie down and sleep during the evening! Sounds like something extremely stupid, which in fact it is, but it amazes me the facility with which i can fall asleep, and i bet it happens to just anyone.So say you're at home, get yourself a drink, kick off your shoes, listen to some good music playing in the background...give it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107531036393523123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107531036393523123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531036393523123' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107522067119169860</id><published>2004-01-27T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-27T16:26:04.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back from the beach, AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! I had to come, i didn't really have a choice on that one...But at last I'm back to write and post in here. I did manage to find a cyber cafe there but there was never much time to sit and write...the second night there i did sit with my lap top and jot a few things down, but i kept forgetting to save it on a floppy to take it to the cyber place so it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107522067119169860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107522067119169860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107522067119169860' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107462907336986889</id><published>2004-01-20T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-20T20:05:59.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'When in love we shall always be innocent and ignorant, destined to remain knowledge-free forever and ever.'Love is quite a peculiar state of life. Like a prism it reflects many 'colors', some of which we enjoy, and some of which we could live without, It gladdens our days and colors our moods, literally. It adds to our hopes and it comes over unannounced, how it departs i shall never know as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107462907336986889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107462907336986889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462907336986889' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107455912453191232</id><published>2004-01-20T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-20T00:42:50.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Wow, quite a lot of work for a town that didn't need any.''Dogtown' was by far the best film watched this year till now. It's narration and chapter divided scenes sets the mood to a very captivating, peaceful, and yet intriguing story.Directed, produced, and filmed by Lars Von Trie, no estilo de dogma 95  ele nao deixa nada a desejar em relacao a qualquer outro filme. Its simplicity in fact,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107455912453191232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107455912453191232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107455912453191232' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107447061979036105</id><published>2004-01-19T00:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-19T00:14:58.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Vamos tomar um cafezinho, eu fui atacada pela febre do cubiculo?!'Well well well, we made it back from the farm dang't! Hahaha it was so freaking good, I had a great time there. I'd never expect a trip so all of the sudden to be so much fun. People who went: Me, mom, aunty, aunty's friend, aunty friend's daughter, aunty friend's sis, and a few other people...actually it was full of people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107447061979036105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107447061979036105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107447061979036105' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107430161833536333</id><published>2004-01-17T01:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-17T01:08:20.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Dad?' 'What son?' 'I see dead people!'Sorry, I don't have any interesting story to share today, however, I did find out that grandpa and Witch are definitely not living what one would call a delightful love life. They live together and they have a little adopted son, but apparently grandpa has been sleeping in a separate room for quite a while now...geeez, I'm telling you, she's a witch, more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107430161833536333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107430161833536333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107430161833536333' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107413060851562725</id><published>2004-01-15T01:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-15T01:38:08.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's the big news: I'm not gonna work at the school either! Haha call me what you want, but I've thought this through thousand times, and I figure the best option was to not take the job. It was just gonna make things so complicated, I'd have to move out from home and not live with mom, I'd take up valuable time that I'd have for investing in myself with things that would add to my future and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107413060851562725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107413060851562725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413060851562725' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107403282418605305</id><published>2004-01-13T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:28:23.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God knows why a single hair moves in your head.21 grams, that's what mom and I watched today. At first I wasn't so sure if I liked it, in fact, I'm still not sure if I can say I liked it...that's a tough one to decide, very strong film. I liked it how Sean Penn acted in that one, captivating. The story at first doesn't sound like it's worth sitting and watching it through, but in the end it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107403282418605305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107403282418605305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107403282418605305' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107399909644634997</id><published>2004-01-12T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:30:11.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shit, what a day!Sunday 8:30pm: (On the phone with boss) 'So when can I stop by to set things with ya?' 'Oh tomorrow till noon will be good' 'Ok so see ya tomorrow then!'Today 11:00am: (At the office standing in front of my boss) boss: 'what are you doing here? We scheduled a meeting for after noon?' 'Uuuh excuse me that was not what we scheduled.' - Started off just great, my word against </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107399909644634997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107399909644634997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107399909644634997' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107376445281862807</id><published>2004-01-10T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-10T19:55:28.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Super Sarcasmo!  You're the one with all the wittywisecracks.  We bow before you.  Really, we do. What Weird Quote Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107376445281862807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107376445281862807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376445281862807' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107369811848136472</id><published>2004-01-10T01:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-10T01:29:53.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Fat Smee, Smee Fat, Fat, Fat, Ugh! Total Eclipse!'Today I went to a baby shower. 'Hmm sounds like a loooot of fun.' Naah it wasn't that bad it was actually pretty fun to be there. Sorting out through 'dirty' diapers trying to figure out the candy bars was pretty funny! Hahaha I enjoyed that...you can tell a lot about a persons personality through games like those! Ya know, you have the ones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107369811848136472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107369811848136472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107369811848136472' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107359754209197042</id><published>2004-01-08T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-08T21:33:36.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I went bowling with some friends it was pretty enjoyable. I guess I don't have to worry about which job to keep anymore. The lady from American society called me and said that they already selected someone for the position, but that she'll have an opening again in February where I would for sure be hired then. Well, jeeez no thanks, I have a life to live I can't just sit and wait till </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107359754209197042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107359754209197042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359754209197042' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107349844690804212</id><published>2004-01-07T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-07T18:02:00.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Success follows doing what you want to do. There is no other way to be successful."- Malcolm Forbes It was after reading this quote that I decided what job I was gonna take! I took a deep breath, dialed the lady's number, and told her I was willing to stick to her and only her. Despite all the doubts and the crazy and annoying thought of changing a 1.200 pay check at the end of the month for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107349844690804212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107349844690804212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107349844690804212' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107349831271777819</id><published>2004-01-07T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-07T17:59:45.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today 08:30am: My flabbergasted mother approaches me and says 'Hey I have an audition to go to!!' (it's been so long since her last audition). Mom worked as an actress for many years, but due to the inability to make a living out of such a career here in Brazil she had to work with something else. Anyways, she's still well known by the producers and stuff so when they need a specific someone that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107349831271777819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107349831271777819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107349831271777819' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107343060995915133</id><published>2004-01-06T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-06T23:13:46.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I had to go and take a 'pelvic ultrasound'. It was the first time I went for one of those...hmm not bad. It was kinda funny though 'cause you have to do it with your bladder full of water, and I didn't really know that...so guess what was the first thing I did when I got there? Yep, you're right if you said 'went to the bathroom'! Dang't!! Since I had a few other exams to take care of I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107343060995915133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107343060995915133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343060995915133' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107342288926858811</id><published>2004-01-06T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:02:41.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's The Deal...I no longer work at the publisher, that's a fact. I might have a project to work on every now and then, but nothing 100% guarantee. I had that interview today to work at the American society and it went great! The lady interviewing me was really nice and seamed to like me...we chatted for like an hour, I had the answers on the tip of my tongue nice and sharp. She was impressed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107342288926858811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107342288926858811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342288926858811' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107333821515094714</id><published>2004-01-05T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-05T21:31:26.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get this...I've been really kind of upset with the fact that I need to get back in gear. Slacking off has been really good! And I'm seriously not willing to get back to work! Hahaha well I start at this new job January 19 so I've been preparing myself emotionally to only 'start' with life on January 19th! Kinda odd and irresponsible I know but...the only problem with that is that I still have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107333821515094714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107333821515094714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107333821515094714' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107308041462838865</id><published>2004-01-02T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:45:18.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"My New Year resolution will be to exercise my vaginal muscles sothey really can squeeze the life out of the guys." ...I thought this was a funny one! On a 2nd thought though, why not, eh?!! Hahaha!!'The Cat In The Hat'...first movie of the year! Yay! It was a good one...enjoyable, not to the most, but enjoyable. I actually liked the fish more than i liked Myke Myers as the cat...i mean, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107308041462838865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107308041462838865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107308041462838865' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107300279242664805</id><published>2004-01-02T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-02T00:20:59.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Year, New Look!It was the first time in about 5 years that we spent new year's eve somewhere else other than at our house, and that was great! Instead of staying home with boring family members just sitting in the living room watching the fireworks from other countrys where they were already celebrating the new year, we were at some friends house chatting playing games and singing (if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107300279242664805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107300279242664805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107300279242664805' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107298463856079046</id><published>2004-01-01T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-01T19:18:25.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chandler: We wanted to kiss at midnight, but nobody else is going to so y'know Joey: All right, I'll take care of it. Monica: Oh no, wait! Joey! (They try to stop him, not sure of what he's planning. He ignores them and goes to talk to Ross.) Ross: (hopping) 73! 72! 71! Joey: Ross! Ross! Ross, listen! Who are you kissing at midnight, huh? Rachel or Phoebe? Ross: What? Joey: Well you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107298463856079046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107298463856079046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107298463856079046' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107282970991449582</id><published>2003-12-31T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-31T00:16:15.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voila!Fact of the Day========================In many countries, it is the custom to wish friends a "Happy Birthday" on January 1st, rather than a "Happy New Year." This day is nicknamed "Everyman's Birthday," and is considered the day when everyone becomes a year older, whether it's their actual day of birth or not. Similarly, this practice is observed in horse racing. No matter when a race </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107282970991449582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107282970991449582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107282970991449582' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107282038452997434</id><published>2003-12-30T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:40:49.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Damn right it's a hair CUT!!2nd half of the 'me' day accomplished! Sheeeesh, livin' by the minute alright! 1 second you've got long hair, the other you've got a pony-tale, and in the blink of an eye...well, then it's gone...all gone!! HeheheI guess i can indeed say that S.W.A.T. was the last movie of this year that i saw. We went to the movies today...there was nothing on that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107282038452997434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107282038452997434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107282038452997434' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107274034565565268</id><published>2003-12-29T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-30T00:03:36.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Year's Resolution**** Read the news paper every day*** Learn Italian*** Read at least two books per month (1 English &amp; 1 Portuguese)** Learn Sign Language** Get acquainted with Adobe Illustrator--** Get a job in 'cool' area seeking experience &amp; availability not $** Save some $$ - Travel Fund.* Learn how to tune the guitar, so that I can play it more!* Save some $$ - Lap-top Fund </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107274034565565268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107274034565565268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107274034565565268' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107272180730274088</id><published>2003-12-29T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-29T18:17:51.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today i had the first half of that which i call the 'me' day. I had plenty of things that i had to get done before the end of the year, such as setting some documents aside for some paper work that has to get done, as well as going to my new college and getting things settled there. I also had to exchange a pair of pants, cause the given one was too big (Yay!), and go to the bank to see if i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107272180730274088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107272180730274088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272180730274088' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107266107639208538</id><published>2003-12-29T01:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-29T01:31:35.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jeeeeeez, When you're bored...well, you're bored!wow, you're heart is made of all things fluffy.while it's nice to know that you're so full oflove, you annoy the hell out of me and otherpeople. but dont worry about it, you makepeople feel good about them selves and are theperfect girlfriend as you care. dont letyourself get burnt, you have a rare heart what is your heart made of? brought to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107266107639208538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107266107639208538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107266107639208538' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107265967533614493</id><published>2003-12-29T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-29T01:17:12.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom mais um dia se passou...Ontem fui watch Lord Of The Rings con mi madre. It was really unexpected, i'll tell ya. We were home...bored (novidade!)...so i go, let's go to the movies! It's on me!! Mom never say's no the movies, especially when it's free!! We went, and had to stand in-line for almost an hour...but it was ok. Now, let me tell ya, miraculously i did not fall asleep during this one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107265967533614493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107265967533614493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107265967533614493' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107254366721551393</id><published>2003-12-27T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-28T23:20:10.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Jogue suas maos para o ceu e agradeca se por acaso tiver alguem que voce gostaria que estivesse sempre com voce na rua, na chuva, na fazenda ou numa casinha de sape...."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107254366721551393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107254366721551393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107254366721551393' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107247729396057498</id><published>2003-12-26T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-26T22:22:35.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adrenalin RushMom say's we gotta go for a walk or do some sort of excercise in order to get our moods up. She say's she thinks the reason why we're so sleepy and unwilling to do things is that we've been quiet for too long using up all of the adrenalin in our bodies and consequently not producing any either...apparently the adrenalin in our body is what stimulates us...i'll hold that as true, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107247729396057498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107247729396057498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107247729396057498' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107239308405837432</id><published>2003-12-25T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-25T22:59:04.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas!And so it's christmas...passei christmas eve aqui em casa...meio deprimente...passei o natal na frente do computador! Dang there was no one on-line that i could talk to! Christmas lunch went fine...i mean, reuniao em familia!! Blehg! I'm not a big fan of holidays...Everyone there (family)...smiling, faking an enjoyable time...eyes all over you to see if there's something they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107239308405837432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107239308405837432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107239308405837432' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107228957858978875</id><published>2003-12-24T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-24T18:13:58.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It wasn't bad after all. When mom and i first got to the x-mas party we felt a little bit out of place...cause it's only the 2 of us, no kids no nothing, while all the other folks had kids to assist while they built (or at least tried) their gingerbread houses! - But in the end, it was a lot of fun and we got covered all over with frosting and sick of so many sweets, as we became the repair crew!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107228957858978875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107228957858978875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228957858978875' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107213710985712528</id><published>2003-12-22T23:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-23T00:02:15.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't got the christmas spirit flowing in my veins, unfortunately. Tomorrow i'll go to some friends house to build gingerbread houses! It'll be fun, we'll get together sing some x-mas carols, and build the gingerbread houses...play some games...have some quality time together with my mom and friends.It's weird how i really didn't see christmas coming this year. I think i was too busy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107213710985712528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107213710985712528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213710985712528' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107210687624794236</id><published>2003-12-22T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-22T15:28:53.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because i'm a girl, because i have much to learn still, because life...well, life is life...The laughs, the tears, the fears, the expectations...I'm just a little girl, worried about my curlsinnocent and care-free, happy is all i want to beThis is my life, beyond all inovations...The laughs, the tears, the fears, the expectations...It's hard, it's tough, i know it's always gonna get rough</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107210687624794236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107210687624794236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107210687624794236' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107203621081134215</id><published>2003-12-21T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-21T19:53:08.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wise AdviseMove On! Move On...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107203621081134215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107203621081134215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107203621081134215' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107170571179391332</id><published>2003-12-18T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T10:52:12.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Extra!Hmm it's been 1 and a half hour and my aunt and her friend are still in the silverware section!! Oh my word! I've never met people that actually plan ahead of time to go to the supermarket! What the heck...it's hilarious! I mean, they actually take a day of the month to go, arrange at least 3 hours of free time so that they can do it in 'peace', make sure they brought they're mobiles with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107170571179391332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107170571179391332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107170571179391332' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107162249762226888</id><published>2003-12-17T00:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-17T00:55:48.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Friends"Dr.H: Spell Mbosdodictiosaur.Ross: Bosdodictiosaur? I've never heard of a Bosdodictiosaur.Dr.H: No? I just made it up. Spell it. Ross: Uhh...Okay. Bosdodictiosaur...'B' 'O'--Dr.H: No, wrong. It starts with a silent 'M'.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107162249762226888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107162249762226888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107162249762226888' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107161973447930190</id><published>2003-12-17T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-17T00:14:58.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The stupid small things in our day-to-day lives that add up to a more worthwhile life.We're coming back from the studio. We're in the car, their aint much talking going on 'cause my inderect boss seemed to be somewhat in a bad mood and not very fond of talking at the time. We're blasting full speed, the windows are wide open, the sun is shining like never before, my hair is going wild, there's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107161973447930190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107161973447930190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107161973447930190' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107152130106172708</id><published>2003-12-15T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:51:08.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, it's soo hot! I just got back from work...phew i'm dead tired!Another busy day, but things are settling down as we're rapidly finishing things off. Today was pretty much just proofreading the books for the 15th hundreth time and printing them. Good. I think tomorrow i'll be going to the studio to record the pinocchio book...that's gonna be entertaining!As i walked home i heard this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107152130106172708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107152130106172708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107152130106172708' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107144191262112021</id><published>2003-12-14T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-14T22:46:02.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:40AM We're off to brunch at this very good padaria right around the corner. Yummy! Mom calls, she's on her way to pick me up. Yay. :( I get in the car we're talking, yadda this yadda that, she mentions how she's not in the mood to go home...we go back to the hotel were they're staying at. Up the elevator the phone rings...'Hey, we're here at the Hilton and we're wondering if you guys don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107144191262112021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107144191262112021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107144191262112021' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107137148906808483</id><published>2003-12-14T03:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-14T03:12:18.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Crap.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107137148906808483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107137148906808483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107137148906808483' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107136732841013524</id><published>2003-12-14T02:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-14T02:07:18.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If this is a website where are the spiders, eh?" "Not that kind of web Duke, the world wide web, W.W.W. eh!"Yep, mais um dia with my disfunctional family se incerra! (Thank God!). It was an ok day. Programaaaasso! (Sarcasm). Went to a kindergarden 'x-mas' like graduation! Sheeeesh couldn't of done anyhitng better! Good grief.Had a really nice talk with aunty, personal talk. It was very good,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107136732841013524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107136732841013524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136732841013524' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107127431990140607</id><published>2003-12-13T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-13T00:16:14.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yummy i just got back from Fogo de Chao, gosh i ate like a pig! It was very good, i went with mom and Celeste...we had a good laugh. Celeste is the type of person that jokes around quite a lot, and so do i, so we  end up as a good match when it comes to teasing and jokin' around! Everything went perfectly fine an din 'harmony' till we were driving back home and i asked my mom to go to the movies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107127431990140607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107127431990140607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107127431990140607' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107126139386251275</id><published>2003-12-12T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-12T20:39:27.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ciao Amici!So today we went to the studio. It was a lot of fun...we didn't record much, we'll have to go back there some other day to record the pinocchio book and songs. I wanna sing the songs, it's gonna be sooo funny! I suck real bad at singing! I still wonder why i took choir twice if i can barely sing in tune, and i don't mean off tune a tone too high or a tone too low, i mean off tune </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107126139386251275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107126139386251275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107126139386251275' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107119177745804209</id><published>2003-12-12T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:26:39.793Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merci Bossy!So today i told my boss that this job was full of surprises! She looked at me laughing and said: ' and don't ya like it?! 'cause it'll never get boring round here no way!!'Tomorrow i'm off to the studio. Boss invited me to go tape the children stories for the workbooks. (The books have a cd that goes with them so the kid can listen and learn bla bla bla...) It'll be my first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107119177745804209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107119177745804209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107119177745804209' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107110366725165725</id><published>2003-12-11T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-11T00:48:32.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humpf!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107110366725165725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107110366725165725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110366725165725' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107110363744694231</id><published>2003-12-11T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-11T00:48:02.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the Tex/Mex restaurant Celeste, mom, and i are all just joking around, having some fun...the food arrives...it's nicely decorated...they have this bright red huge pepper sitting in the middle of the little flowerly arrangements...Celeste looks at me and says 'Why don't ya eat that?!' I go: 'OK!'....aaaaahhhhhhh dude what was i thinking!! I turned bright red!! My face felt as though it was set </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107110363744694231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107110363744694231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110363744694231' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107110042171324547</id><published>2003-12-10T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:57:16.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Interesting...'(09:47AM - Cel phone rings and i'm in the bus) 'Cookie! Are you gonna make it to work on time, cause you have and interview at this other place you gotta go to at 10:00Am so you better hurry!' say's whoever was on the phone! 'Good morning! HUH?!! INTERVIEW?!! WHAT??!! I think so...later. I'll be there in a sec.' say's i. I think: What the crap is going on?!! Hahaha life is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107110042171324547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107110042171324547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110042171324547' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107109876027371401</id><published>2003-12-10T03:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:27:26.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Gladys"So Celeste made it to Sao Paulo today. Mom is staying at this hotel with her, (They did manage to get a room with two beds!) and I was sent to my aunt's house.My aunt is the type of person who enjoys just going out to a restaurant with her friends sit and talk for couple hours and leave. They seem to especially enjoy the occasion however, when they have a special something to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107109876027371401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107109876027371401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109876027371401' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107092223135924993</id><published>2003-12-08T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-08T22:24:35.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Awesome name,' said the receptionist. 'Is that Jewels as in Tiffany?' 'No. J.O.U.L.E.S. As in the unit of kinetic energy,' the girl said proudly.I Just now started reading Helen Fielding's newest book, "Olivia Joules And The Overactive Imagination". I like it. It makes me laugh to myself on my way to work on the bus (people keep staring!), kind of releasing the tension of being on a bus for so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107092223135924993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107092223135924993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092223135924993' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107083438768832849</id><published>2003-12-07T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-08T00:02:29.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I wish you wouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly; you make one quite giddy!""All right," said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone."Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin," thought Alice; "but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107083438768832849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107083438768832849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107083438768832849' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107075285152995197</id><published>2003-12-06T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-06T23:25:47.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Sick And Tired!...don't ask.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107075285152995197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107075285152995197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107075285152995197' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107066688666530421</id><published>2003-12-05T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:28:47.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull realityWell, well, well, if we didn't have to face reality almost daily...having to leave our most desirous dreams/wishes/moments in the midst of it's climax/greatness, only to keep living the same ol' life...Today boss and i had our first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107066688666530421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107066688666530421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107066688666530421' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107057942248109250</id><published>2003-12-04T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T23:11:02.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, 'lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, 'lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.' 'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' 'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. 'You must be,' said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107057942248109250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107057942248109250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107057942248109250' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107057300283512086</id><published>2003-12-04T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T21:24:02.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Day Mate!Hmm let me see what went on today...At work i started working with the 'Little Red Ridding Hood' book, it's gonna be fun! Once i'm done with that book i'll move on to the 'Jack And The Beanstalk' one...it's really cool cause i get to work with fun stuff! I mean, it's all about working with material that made my childhood more enjoyable, and making that stuff even more enjoyable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107057300283512086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107057300283512086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107057300283512086' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107049028863839631</id><published>2003-12-03T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-03T22:25:27.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two atoms are walking down the street and they run in to each other. One says to the other, "Are you all right?" "No, I lost an electron!" "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I'm positive!"Today i finished reading the book 'Little Lord Fauntleroy' - Cute book. Tomorrow i'll start reading 'Alice In Wonderland'! I've never read the actual novel...and since i found the book on a sale the other day i decided </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107049028863839631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107049028863839631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107049028863839631' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107040645176237606</id><published>2003-12-02T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-02T23:08:09.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm such a kid! Hoje eu comi um kinderovo! Nossa, i used to colecionar those thingys!! A surpresinha de hoje foi o máximo...eh um homenzinho que roubou dinheiro, em outras palavras eh um ladrao com um saco de dinheiro nas costas. Acontece que o saco tah furado, then you pull this little lid off the bottom of the little gadget and it's a stamp! So, a ideia eh que voce brinca com o bonequinho as if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107040645176237606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107040645176237606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107040645176237606' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107031773002287608</id><published>2003-12-01T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:29:26.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another busy day...good day.Things are finally settling down at work, i guess (hopefully) i won't have to work  any extra hours this week.I think it's finally hitting me how insane it really is to work where i work at...just the many hours i spend in a bus to come and go - soooo tiering. At least i get to enjoy a bathtub shower like never before! I mean, when you have a bathtub and you shwoer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107031773002287608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107031773002287608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107031773002287608' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107023050218192227</id><published>2003-11-30T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-30T22:15:38.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been going through all sorts of websites lately!I sit in front of a computer for at least 5 hours everyday at work, that makes it 25 hours a week, and 100 hours a month, which is about 4 days of my life...doesn't sound like much, but imagine that if i keep on going this way in a couple of years it would mean that i spent 100 days in front of the computer only for work, not counting the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107023050218192227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107023050218192227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107023050218192227' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-107021120498168001</id><published>2003-11-30T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-30T22:32:22.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Take the What Cookie Are You? test by Ley</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107021120498168001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/107021120498168001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107021120498168001' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106988516999567691</id><published>2003-11-26T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-26T22:20:01.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I have seen the others, and i have discovered that this fight is not worth fighting, nooo...take a shower and shine your shoes, you got no time to loose, you are young and you must be leaving...go now you are forgiven..." - This song has been in my head for quite a while now! Dunno why though...I love the sunrise, i haven't seen one in a looong time...They say that till this day i still tie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106988516999567691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106988516999567691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106988516999567691' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106975028777122992</id><published>2003-11-25T08:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-25T08:52:18.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Great End To An Awful Start!'Dang't! Monday!' - My first thought of the day! Hmm the sirens are going off in my head (notice that at this points bells aren't ringing only sirens!) Baaaaaaaaaam Baaaaaaaaam Baaaaaaaam 'You still can lay in bed, and will call the monday off...we'll just say you're sick or something!'...Nahh let's give it a try. Optimism. Yay.So i head off to the shower like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106975028777122992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106975028777122992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106975028777122992' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106953221980354476</id><published>2003-11-22T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-22T20:21:54.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grrr! Argh! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! - Humpf! - Ufa! Much Better Now!-Cookie Maguire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106953221980354476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106953221980354476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106953221980354476' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106943568576654623</id><published>2003-11-21T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:28:32.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smile! :)-Cookie Maguire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106943568576654623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106943568576654623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106943568576654623' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106937088656372087</id><published>2003-11-20T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-20T23:28:32.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny EmbarrassementThere i was siting in the bus quietly and peacefully heading to the supermarket. I had just gotten into the bus, and it wasn't crowded or anything because it was 4:30 in the afternoon so i was able to choose my seat. Thinking ahead i chose this seat that was close to the door so that when time came for me to leave it'd be easier. I usually pic the high seats...i like them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106937088656372087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106937088656372087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937088656372087' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106928547763693187</id><published>2003-11-19T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:45:02.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning i was kind of moody because of one of my co-workers. We (I) had figured out how to use the software in a way that would make our lives so much easier...it would really be a time-saver. I was so happy with that since we are both overloaded with work (we got more work today ahhhhh!)! But that 'happiness' wasn't enough to suffice my need to be moody. I guess it's because i know this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106928547763693187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106928547763693187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928547763693187' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106919596433020399</id><published>2003-11-18T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-18T22:53:07.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was quite a stressful day. The place where i work at is pretty relaxing/calm everyday of the week except for the days the boss shows up! Today she didn't show up because she had a strap throat, buuuut she was on the phone all day long bothering us with new things to do! That's ok, i mean...that's the boss's job! But the point is: days without her tend to be so much better!I was working on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106919596433020399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106919596433020399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919596433020399' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106910545935424864</id><published>2003-11-17T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-17T21:46:06.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today i went to register for another college (the one i've decided (not like i had a choice!) to stick too.) It'll be good. I'll start with school in february, and i'll major in 'comunicacao empresarial'...it's a course very similar to journalism the main difference however, is that it deals with the new 'medias' in the market...Let's wait and see!!I was sooooo late for work today! Hahahaha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106910545935424864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106910545935424864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106910545935424864' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106882590311831932</id><published>2003-11-14T16:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:05:23.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work today has been fun!As you might have noticed with several other posts posted today i have'nt been doing much! It's because of the 3 computers we have here at the office only 1 of them works with the Adobe programs (and those are the only programs i use)...Ju, one of my co-workers has to get some papers in today, meaning that she really needs the computer that i use...so, no can do 'bout </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106882590311831932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106882590311831932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882590311831932' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106882183828667914</id><published>2003-11-14T14:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-14T14:57:37.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Would You Rather:Stick your boob in a sandwich maker or drink a cup of period blood?!!-Hahaha groooss! Hey Cookie, Cookie, would you rather ponder over some absurd dilemmas or go back to your work?!! HahahahaI found out that the british would you rathers are more fun than the english ones! They're 'spicier'!-Cookie Maguire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106882183828667914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106882183828667914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882183828667914' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106881488734726890</id><published>2003-11-14T13:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-14T13:04:01.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As my british friend would say, i was 'bloody' horny all through the night! Hahaha Oh my gosh!Question:Were you ever horny with no one to suffice your 'hornyness'?? Hahaha esta pergunta eh meio sugestiva...but trust me, no puns intended! It's just a question!!-Cookie Maguire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106881488734726890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106881488734726890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106881488734726890' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106865585891761003</id><published>2003-11-12T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-12T16:51:35.830Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today i found out that patience is a virtue that i do not have!I went to drivers ed early in the morning...like at quarter to eight, I had to go so early so that i wouldn't be late for work...but, it was still kind of risky...i knew i'd barely make it to work on time...but i have to take drivers ed at some point so...I went...it was fine, but then i had to hurry to the bus stop so that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106865585891761003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106865585891761003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106865585891761003' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106842219821406321</id><published>2003-11-09T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-09T23:56:35.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sometimes have that which i would assume everyone has every now and then. It's pretty stupid actually if you stop to analyze it, but it's still worthy of some sharing!I sometimes picture myself in this nice and cozy apartment, with my own answering machine, and my kitty! Very simple actually! Not much to it...but obviously with that comes all of the social life activities...ya know, they're a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106842219821406321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106842219821406321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842219821406321' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106824521962468798</id><published>2003-11-07T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-07T22:46:57.260Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QuestionWhat do you do when you wanna help someone, but just don't know how?-Cookie Maguire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106824521962468798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106824521962468798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824521962468798' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106812477191588991</id><published>2003-11-06T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:53:00.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahaha this is really funny! I guess its sad that i have such a sucky humor that causes me to laugh at such degrading situations! Hahaha I dont know what the stinking crap is wrong with my eyes! It seriously looks like im stoned! My eyes have swelled to the size of a hazlenut!! I can barely see a thing...in fact, my co-workers are telling me to go home and see a doc...especially because it does </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106812477191588991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106812477191588991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106812477191588991' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770122.post-106811974190194519</id><published>2003-11-06T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:51:48.230Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm long time...Well, things are going fine...this nice and chilly weather makes me feal peace inside, and this reggae song thats playing in the office right now really does calm me down!! - Somehow i have to think of pot when listening to reggae...tsc tsc tsc...I havent been in the best of moods lately, im not so sure why though...i guess thats why i havent been updating this blog very often</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106811974190194519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770122/posts/default/106811974190194519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemaguire.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106811974190194519' title=''/><author><name>Cookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926012836140600937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
