tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569559376537033002024-03-13T22:43:07.461-04:00Creative Musings with MyaWelcome, I am a first time blogger. I have faith and I am committed to my family and friends. I am a bit impulsive with a great sense of style and a taste for adventure. Please join me as I change my life's direction and decide which path to take in my search for a new career.Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-34545994318514469072009-01-13T08:40:00.004-05:002009-01-13T09:21:22.773-05:00Paradise Found and it's Paid For<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SWyaKhSK4iI/AAAAAAAACKg/FpyfGrRM1RE/s1600-h/feet-in-sand.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290773167777440290" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SWyaKhSK4iI/AAAAAAAACKg/FpyfGrRM1RE/s400/feet-in-sand.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:130%;">How would you like to get paid to walk the beach, snorkel the barrier reef, take pictures, and keep a daily blog about your activities? Did I mention that a modest pay of $150,000 comes with this fabulous job? No I'm not suffering from cabin fever or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">indulging</span> in one of my winter fantasies. I assure you this is real ! So real that I am jumping up and down while gazing out my window that is blanketed in a thick layer of snow which promises to continue <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">amidst</span> the dipping temperatures that will be in the single digits by dinner time. This would be my fantasy job. I love, love the beach and everything about the sea. I'm all over it. Want to take a peek for yourself? Check it out right </span><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090113/od_afp/lifestyleaustraliatourismoffbeat_20090113032028"><span style="font-size:130%;">here. </span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Yes, Yes, I'm there !!! Where do I sign up, you say. Your next statement will probably be...help the employment link doesn't work. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Can you say</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">system overload?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Get in the long line of crazy, blog addicted, sun starved, unemployed individuals just itching for the chance to be island caretaker to Hamilton Island's Great Barrier Reef in Australia. This list includes yours truly. Although I haven't applied yet, I have been dreaming about what it would be like. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Why you ask would the Queensland state government offer such a position. It's a way to promote tourism for the beautiful land of Oz. Not too <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">shabby</span> for a temp job. This fab position does end after a one year contract and yes that means you must vacate the island of your dreams. This past year proved to be a tough year of disappointment for many. Maybe this is a sign of what's to come in 2009...who knows. These are crazy times we live in.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">XO</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mya</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-9446318207150395742009-01-05T08:21:00.004-05:002009-01-05T08:44:20.232-05:00I may Ramble Just a Bit-Just Bear With me<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SWIJuridJtI/AAAAAAAACKY/Z3R9G4S6moA/s1600-h/Beach-Chair-on-Empty-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287799610052257490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SWIJuridJtI/AAAAAAAACKY/Z3R9G4S6moA/s400/Beach-Chair-on-Empty-.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I am in a day-dreamy kind of mood, so my rambles may not make a lot of sense today but please hang in there it is bound to get better- I promise. I started the undecorating process this weekend. I love decorating for the holidays but really hate the opposing process. Where do I put all of my decorations, what was in that place before and oh yuk, I think I need new stuff. The one bright spot in dismantling my house was the rearrangement of my office. It is decluttered and much more functional. Will this lead to a more productive me? One can only hope!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Now back to the day dreaming. I am dreaming of warm sun and sand and yep you guessed it the gulf of Mexico is calling my name. </span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I made reservations for an awesome place on Captiva island. It is a very chic looking cottage on Laika Lane, just a two minute walk to the beach. It looks so perfect- they may have to take me out kicking and screaming. April can't get here soon enough!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">In the mean time I have so many things to accomplish. Not only do I need to firm up my writing but my body needs a complete tune-up. The thought of me on a beach in a swim suit makes me gag. It will be done. My motivation is the ugly snow and ice outside my window. Winter be-gone and springtime commence. There is so much more that I could share but I will spare you the time. If I ramble on too much longer nothing will get done. The girl and the mission are still alive and kicking so let me at it. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">XO-Mya<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-58773238214082521262008-12-30T08:20:00.005-05:002008-12-30T09:30:30.313-05:00New Year-New Day<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SVogb1YG7MI/AAAAAAAACKQ/uAyjgSdQUCM/s1600-h/christmas+legs.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285572775229451458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SVogb1YG7MI/AAAAAAAACKQ/uAyjgSdQUCM/s320/christmas+legs.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Put away your Christmas duds and slip into something really special to celebrate the coming of 2009.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Can you believe that the new Year is upon us? Wow, 2008 was an amazing year in so, so many ways-good or bad, it packed quite a punch. The history that was made, the struggles that were won and lost and t<span style="color:#ff6666;">he important part- we all survived. One hell of a year no matter how you sum it up!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Do you believe in New Year's resolutions? If so- what are they? I haven't come up with mine just yet, but I have been mulling a few things over. The funny thing is, I have never kept my resolutions in the past-all broken. Yep- no surprise there. The last few years I swore off them, but this year I got to thinking; Even if you don't actually keep them, even if you break them into a million pieces before the bubbly is flat, at least you thought about improving your life. You made a plan and hopefully a conscious effort to be better. That has to be worth something, right? Here I go Ms. Justification in full swing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">What do you think and how will you celebrate? Will you be stepping out in a slinky black dress to a fancy party, or perhaps you'll have a romantic dinner with that special someone, maybe you will just stay in the comfort of your home wearing your new jammies- eat way too much,watch the ball drop and tip toe off to your cozy little bed-ready to meet the New Year without a hang-over. However you chose to celebrate-make it special and take some time to reflect on the incredible year we are leaving behind.</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">Happy New Year!!!!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">xo-mya</span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-82785506898479664052008-12-23T09:51:00.008-05:002008-12-23T10:42:25.156-05:00Merry Christmas in Blogland<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SVD6-70CqcI/AAAAAAAACJ4/seciO3BXQvA/s1600-h/0041+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282998322020395458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SVD6-70CqcI/AAAAAAAACJ4/seciO3BXQvA/s400/0041+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My little Christmas angel<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I wanted to wish all of my family and friends in blogland a very Merry Christmas. Bless each and every one of you for sharing your time with me here in blog land. This is a wonderful time of year for some while difficult for others. I hope that all of you find something to feel good about this Holiday Season. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I love this time of year, but if I had one wish from Santa, it would be a trip to a tropical beach with my whole family. Clam bakes and fresh lobster enjoyed on the beach, sand between my toes and the sun on my face, while I watch my family play in the surf. I guess I must have been a bad girl this year because instead of coal in my stocking I got 12 inches of snow outside my door and you know how I feel about winter weather. *#.*x. #!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Take care and enjoy this blissful time of year. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Happy Holidays from Mya</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SVD7ZW9oSbI/AAAAAAAACKA/8kZpdiwkWK8/s1600-h/IMG_2068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282998775984966066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SVD7ZW9oSbI/AAAAAAAACKA/8kZpdiwkWK8/s320/IMG_2068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is me stuck inside during a snow storm.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SVEF-4CpH4I/AAAAAAAACKI/oweRn7n3-4A/s1600-h/IMG_2048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283010415635799938" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SVEF-4CpH4I/AAAAAAAACKI/oweRn7n3-4A/s200/IMG_2048.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc9933;">Me, coming in from the cold. I look scary when I'm unhappy don't I.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">XO-Mya</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-5531769504772089692008-12-19T08:22:00.006-05:002008-12-19T08:59:42.564-05:00Naughty or Nice?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SUuglW6LzgI/AAAAAAAACJw/bRs_2Rewguk/s1600-h/christmas+wish+list.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281491551687265794" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SUuglW6LzgI/AAAAAAAACJw/bRs_2Rewguk/s400/christmas+wish+list.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">This question always comes to mind as I ponder over my Christmas list every year. Naughty or nice? Well, I have to admit, I think I have been a little of both. So on to the list....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Dear Santa,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">#1 I would love a refill on my <a href="http://www.jomalone.com/home.tmpl?AD_ID=4495&cm_mmc=Google-_-JoMalone-TopRevenue-Brand_Jo+Malone-_-jo+malone-_-Broad+Ad_2619508681%7C-%7C100000000000000049875&cm_guid=1-_-100000000000000049875-_-2619508681">Jo Malone </a>Lime Basil, Mandarin body creme.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">(seriously girls this is too die for and on Oprah list of fav things)</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#2 World peace (I'm so original)</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#3 No more snow this year. Actually I would love an unusual tropical heat wave for the rest of the winter. (I go for the big stuff)</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#4 My family to have the best Christmas ever. (all-day smiles, enjoy true meaning of Christmas, etc.)</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#5 World peace (oh, I said that already)</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#6 That all the fat cats on wall street, in the banking industry give their bonuses and buy-outs to someone less fortunate.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#7 The beautiful three foot tall pink orchid that I saw at the Orchid farm's greenhouse yesterday. (ya, ya, I know I would kill it just as quickly as I killed the one foot tall orchid from last year)</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#8 A trip to the beach for a couple of weeks with my whole family.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#9 A week of positive and uplifting reports from the media (no more doom and gloom, please)</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#10 A really sweet book deal with an awesome publisher</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#11 My over-forty spread, stops spreading</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>#12 That all of my friends at home and in blog land, have a very special holiday surrounded by their loved ones and filled with all of their favorite things.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>* I know, as always, I've asked for way too much but I did try to be good this year and I think my intentions should count for something.</em></span><span style="color:#009900;"> Come-on Santa<br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /></span><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">XO-Mya</span></em>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-49287192111220543462008-12-13T16:09:00.006-05:002008-12-13T16:21:03.580-05:00Don't Be Shy<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SUQk9E7oheI/AAAAAAAACJo/v3fedP1j-ok/s1600-h/0152+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279385294899545570" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SUQk9E7oheI/AAAAAAAACJo/v3fedP1j-ok/s400/0152+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Hi my name is Crazy Girl what's yours? Don't be shy as you can see I'm not.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SUQk88gcx3I/AAAAAAAACJg/FcV4BOTYSJk/s1600-h/0153+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279385292638046066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SUQk88gcx3I/AAAAAAAACJg/FcV4BOTYSJk/s400/0153+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I love getting dressed up and having my picture taken. Look mom I have my first tooth. I'm soooo cute! </span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SUQk1rDWcPI/AAAAAAAACJY/1PRYO4Zba6Y/s1600-h/giselle+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279385167693508850" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SUQk1rDWcPI/AAAAAAAACJY/1PRYO4Zba6Y/s400/giselle+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I wuv my bunny. He's so soft. Have a nice day!</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Xo-Grammy Mya</span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-13024923542516295322008-12-08T17:06:00.004-05:002008-12-08T17:32:48.826-05:00Don't Skip Christmas<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/ST2bRhI9U3I/AAAAAAAACJQ/c14MiDrI4-Q/s1600-h/christmas-lights.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277545063604114290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/ST2bRhI9U3I/AAAAAAAACJQ/c14MiDrI4-Q/s400/christmas-lights.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Budgets are tight this year and the quest for the perfect gift is on. Don't sweat it readers, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mya</span> is here to give you 3 thoughtful and even inexpensive ideas. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">#1 The intimate dinner option: This is really fun when done with a group like your siblings for instance. Plan a meal and divide the entrees <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">among</span> the individuals</span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">contributing. Each person shops for and makes a different portion of the meal and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">serves</span> it to the lucky recipient. This group can also provide the entertainment, music, after dinner foot rub, or whatever. This is what I put on my Christmas list for my poor college students, new home owner, and new parent. I can't wait to see what my children come up with and they have to clean up the kitchen afterwards. I love that part!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">#2 The twelve days of Christmas lotto tree. This idea provides a little hopeful surprise or gambling to be done once a day for the twelve days before Christmas. Take one tiny tree and paper clip 12 $1:00 lotto tickets to it's branches. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wala</span> you have 12 days of fun and somebody might actually win big!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">#3 The I love you Advent Calendar. Take one 3d advent calendar and stuff each hole with a little message for the day. You could use inspirational messages, I love you because, or thinking of you type stuff. Stuff a little sweet, like chocolate in with the message and really put a smile on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">some one's</span> face!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">There you have it, three inexpensive ways to say I love you at Christmas. Let me know if any of you decide to use them and how they work out.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">XO</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mya</span></span>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-55700505097767941882008-12-05T10:59:00.002-05:002008-12-05T11:03:33.098-05:00Update on the Girl and The Mission<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;">Mya-Girl get out there and shovel the side walks. The cold won't kill you I promise! That is your big mission for today.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">If I post it- it will be done. xo-Mya</span>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-86345626235101610562008-12-05T09:06:00.002-05:002008-12-05T09:12:47.987-05:00I might Get Arrested<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STk21Pr6p3I/AAAAAAAACJI/FIxmQXDNC4w/s1600-h/eyes-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276308726812944242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STk21Pr6p3I/AAAAAAAACJI/FIxmQXDNC4w/s400/eyes-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I wasn’t born yesterday, far from it, but why do I feel so tempted to do something so stupid and very illegal? I was approached a few days ago about joining a Woman’s Gifting Circle. The invitation came from an old friend for a girls night of food and sharing. She said it was a gifting club for woman where they get together and talk while exchanging gifts. Okay here’s how that conversation went:<br />This is me: “Okay, sounds like fun, what sort of gift should bring?” Friend: Well it’s kind of hard to explain but we give each other money.” Me: “Money, how much money?” Friend:“Most groups give 5k each. (yeah thats right 5 thousand) and our 8 names form a heart. The woman at the point or bottom of the heart gets the 40k. Then she drops out and everyone moves down a spot.” Me: “What 5k are you crazy?”<br />Well you can imagine how the rest of that conversation went. I just couldn’t get over the fact that she wanted me to bring 5k in cash and hand it over, all in hopes that I would eventually receive 40k, if we get enough suckers, I mean woman, to join.<br />I asked around a bit and did a little google search but I still wasn’t satisfied with what I heard or found. The net said pyramid scheme and very illegal. People I know said,” oh yeah I heard so and so did it and made 40k or did it twice and made 80k.”<br />My brain says; what a scam and Mya girl you would have to be one crazy bitch to get involved with that. I can just see it now, after the money is exchanged the swat team will bust through the windows, swinging on ropes, put me in handcuffs and then hall me away to share my new digs with my new roomy, Big Bonnie.<br />Ohhh, Did I forget to tell you about my vivid imagination. Yeah it’s pretty bad. Throw in a little anxiety and a lot of caffeine and you have the rambling version of musing mya. But seriously readers, what should I do? I am sooo curious and who wouldn’t want to make a quick and painless 40k? Yes Janet, I am well aware of the old add-age; if it sounds to good to be true it probably is, but, but I just want to go to see what kind of women are involved. Should I go and leave my check book at home or should I just stay away, all together, because I know how easily suckered I am?… And of course there is the illegal part. But I am so tempting by the easy money thing. </div><br /><div>Have I ever done anything illegal before, you ask? Well that’s an entirely different post :) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>XO-Mya</div>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-66493137073285113772008-12-03T11:41:00.007-05:002008-12-03T12:14:51.640-05:00Twilight and Vampire Loving; are you kidding me?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STa3mbWb8EI/AAAAAAAACIo/JWERAV_4dA8/s1600-h/IMG_1867.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275605884315889730" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STa3mbWb8EI/AAAAAAAACIo/JWERAV_4dA8/s400/IMG_1867.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p></p><p>Have you seen the movie <strong>Twilight </strong>or read the book? </p><p>Okay, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">definitely</span> have a vivid imagination and I love a hot steamy romance but I just don't know if I could get into the whole vampire love thing. I am quite sure the moment things were heating up and he bent over to sink his fangs into my neck, it would be all over- period. True I have not seen the movie or read any of the books but still I have to wonder- am I so different from most. I just can't see the allure of having a lover that drinks blood. Can you? I tried to watch <strong>Interview with a Vampire</strong> with Mr. Dreamy Brad Pitt but I couldn't handle it and I turned it before it was half over. Can you believe I turned away from Sexy Brad? </p><p>I realize this movie is based on a YA novel and there is probably no sex, just a love affair between normal teens and ones that sport long fangs and drink blood. I admit I am curious about the movie and you can be sure that the moment it hits pay-per-view I will be all over it, but until then I really need some enlightenment on the whole vampire lover thing. What am I missing people tell me!</p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-76931122088057933842008-12-02T07:54:00.006-05:002008-12-02T08:25:52.819-05:00Snow is a Four Letter Word<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STUwMW_l4RI/AAAAAAAACIY/C4lWSopcus0/s1600-h/SnowSpruce.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275175527423271186" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STUwMW_l4RI/AAAAAAAACIY/C4lWSopcus0/s400/SnowSpruce.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">S-slushy</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">N-nasty</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">O-over-the-top</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">W-wet</span><br /><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Is anyone with me out there? Okay, it is beautiful and makes the world soft and quiet. Yes, there is something magical about walking in a woods that has been silenced by deep snow. But it is also very wet, very, very cold, dangerous on the roads and did I say it's cold? It's not really the snow that I despise. Its the whole cold thing. Winter is not my scene. I have southern roots and can't understand for the life of me why my relatives would have chosen, yes CHOSEN, to move to a cold climate. I was born here-had no choice. </span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">There are certain things that I do enjoy about winter and here are a few of them:</span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Crackling fire</span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Hot cocoa</span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">The sound of snow under my tires</span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Tree branches frosted with snow</span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Cute snowmen with very fashionable accessories</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"></span> </p><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STU3He8SfxI/AAAAAAAACIg/rJ6DE2AhpOA/s1600-h/Snowmen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275183140238950162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STU3He8SfxI/AAAAAAAACIg/rJ6DE2AhpOA/s400/Snowmen.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Did any of you brave black Friday? I was one of those very silly woman that started at 4:00 am. You heard me right I got up and went shopping at 4:00 am. It was my nieces fault. She insisted that we start early enough to get a free Victoria Secret bag. I said do you really think they Will be out by the respectable time of 9:00 am?</span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">To my surprise the store was packed at 4:00 am along with several other stores. We passed a few large department stores with lines circling around the buildings and no parking spaces to be had. This is in Michigan, the unemployment capital of the USA. Maybe the media has it all wrong. I heard that sales were up everywhere but somehow the media failed to make a big deal of that.</span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">It was fun and I did survive without a nap, just lots of caffeine.</span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Have yourself a beautiful snow covered day or sun shiny day depending on where you live.</span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">XO-Mya</span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-30224599622430385432008-11-30T15:09:00.020-05:002008-11-30T19:16:18.920-05:00Fairytale Dreams and Birthday Wishes<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL1RXq7FMI/AAAAAAAACHk/UbsNFkMozl4/s1600-h/IMG_1967.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274547792364901570" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL1RXq7FMI/AAAAAAAACHk/UbsNFkMozl4/s400/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Babygirl turned one and celebrated a fairytale party with family, </span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">fairies and cake</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL1wgjeeeI/AAAAAAAACH0/vkF7_r2B0M0/s1600-h/DSC01955.JPG"></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL1wgjeeeI/AAAAAAAACH0/vkF7_r2B0M0/s1600-h/DSC01955.JPG"></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL1f82LBnI/AAAAAAAACHs/q-480JIjobw/s1600-h/DSC01919.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274548042862364274" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL1f82LBnI/AAAAAAAACHs/q-480JIjobw/s400/DSC01919.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">This party is fit for a fairy princess, said Tinkerbell.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">Very loudly, I might add.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL04-X-e4I/AAAAAAAACHc/NZPptOGLnMY/s1600-h/DSC01885.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274547373257685890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL04-X-e4I/AAAAAAAACHc/NZPptOGLnMY/s400/DSC01885.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">Yeah baby, bring on the cake and the bikinis.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">Doesn't everyone eat cake in a bikini?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">Yum! Yum!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL1wgjeeeI/AAAAAAAACH0/vkF7_r2B0M0/s1600-h/DSC01955.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274548327325530594" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL1wgjeeeI/AAAAAAAACH0/vkF7_r2B0M0/s400/DSC01955.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">The fairies worked very hard to make this party a success, and when it was all said and done, one little fairy was in desperate need of a long nap. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">Shhhhh!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL0k5DKXaI/AAAAAAAACHU/0OmuKaiRlqI/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274547028230823330" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/STL0k5DKXaI/AAAAAAAACHU/0OmuKaiRlqI/s400/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">This little fairy went back to her place on the Christmas Tree to relax after a very satisfying day of partying.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">:) :) :) </span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">Happy Birthday Baby!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">XO- Grammy Mya</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div></div></div>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-67838926298016822182008-11-26T07:21:00.005-05:002008-11-26T07:57:59.417-05:00Give Thanks for Food and Family<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SS1CLrsQ9VI/AAAAAAAACHM/Oi99YAJYUUA/s1600-h/festive_dinner.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272943507195098450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SS1CLrsQ9VI/AAAAAAAACHM/Oi99YAJYUUA/s400/festive_dinner.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Happy Thanksgiving my friends. I hope you find the time to enjoy your friends and family and have the opportunity to eat some really good food. I found 2 tempting salad recipes right <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipes/Salad/Main.aspx">Here.</a> I can't wait to try them. One is made with toasted pecans, cooked in a sugar glaze and topped off with cranberries and Gorgonzola cheese. YUM! The other is made with toasted almonds, strawberries and feta cheese. They both take a homemade dressing and romaine lettuce. Pass the wine please.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"> So yesterday was a success with a couple great new salad recipes and fabulous hair. Thanks Tyler and Madison you girls always know just how to whip my hair into shape.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Have a beautiful holiday but don't eat so much that you're too slow for the bargains on Friday. Meet me at the mall :)</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">XO-Mya</span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-18730416657227336852008-11-25T10:57:00.008-05:002008-11-25T14:28:26.606-05:00The Girl, The Mission, The Secret<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSwgkoslZQI/AAAAAAAACHE/2ccs9Y_Nze8/s1600-h/legs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272625077515805954" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSwgkoslZQI/AAAAAAAACHE/2ccs9Y_Nze8/s400/legs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Are those my shapely legs and firm behind?<br />What do you think?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I'm back after a long weekend. I have accomplished very little since we last spoke but I'm alright with that. On the very top of my mission list today is to find a really awesome recipe for a salad that I haven't made before and shop for the ingredients before my hair appointment this afternoon. I always end up with salad duty for family holidays. Not really sure why that is? Oh yeah it's probably because I'm really not that good at cooking.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Well I did promise a secret didn't I. Yes well here it is: I am really kind of liking this whole unemployed thing and I'm not really searching all that hard for a job. Shhhhh!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Not that I could find one in Michigan right now anyway. You remember in years past that around the holidays most retail stores had help wanted or now hiring signs in their front windows? Well not this year. Nope, notta, at least not in Michigan that is. I told myself if I saw one of those signs asking for temporary help-I would apply. Well I can't say that I am too disappointed. True I am a little bored but I have my writing projects to keep me busy. Oh yeah, my latest novel is off to a kind of slow start but I'm working at it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I'll let you know if I find any really killer salad recipes and how my hair turns out. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">By the way I am on the prowl for any fun Christmas Day activities or themes for this year. if you have any great ideas please share. In the past we have had ornament or white elephant auctions with the money being donated to charity. It is fun and giving at the same time but I am looking for something new. What does your creative mind have to say about this?</span><br /><br />Wanted to share my fave You Tube video and song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvtP9PRvi60">Yeal Naim</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">XO-Mya</span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-7814034917439123422008-11-21T08:04:00.008-05:002008-11-25T14:11:08.766-05:00The Girl, The Mission, Road Trip, & A Sexy Sofa<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSayZrCyo1I/AAAAAAAACG8/v1LgzS_HxsM/s1600-h/Miles_Redd+beautiful.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271096568004649810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSayZrCyo1I/AAAAAAAACG8/v1LgzS_HxsM/s400/Miles_Redd+beautiful.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Survived the dentist and the drugs yahhhhhh! My mission for today is a road trip. So not much getting done around here, but that's okay. I am sure you are wondering what the heck does a road trip have to do with that sexy little sofa above. The velvet lady is the muse for my current novel and she has a secret. Oh I just love secrets, don't you? Well more on that in a later post. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Have a wonderful weekend. I may fall a little short on my promise of a daily post over the weekend and yes I know you don't want to hear my excuses. I do have a couple good ones. I know, know I am falling short of my mission already, but I have my reasons. I know you don't want to hear them but I just saying....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Question of the day and this should prove that I am not so self-involved that I don't know what's going on in the world around me. <span style="color:#ff6666;">Does too much money make you dumb and blind? I ask this because I don't understand how the Auto execs thought they could appeal to congress for a bail out by arriving into town on their lavish private jets and think no one would notice or care. I just don't get it- are they mindless idiots or does all that money really impair your judgement? </span><span style="color:#33ccff;">There I feel better. Don't you?</span></span><br /><br />XO-MyaMyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-24696289229228452582008-11-20T08:42:00.005-05:002008-11-20T09:00:50.018-05:00The Girl The Mission The Dentist, eeehhhh<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSVps1a27RI/AAAAAAAACG0/nimVb6HTQ7k/s1600-h/IMG_1395+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270735157881924882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSVps1a27RI/AAAAAAAACG0/nimVb6HTQ7k/s400/IMG_1395+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Okay folks I am going a little easy on my self today. I have to go to the dentist and you know what that means for me. Well maybe you don't but here goes. I have to finish a crown (not the queen kind) and have another root canal. All of this means heavy medication for me. Remember I don't even like to have my teeth cleaned and I hate pain. My dental phobia is starting to kick in about now. In order to get me in the dental chair and start poking and drilling (ohh I can hear that drill now) I have to be medicated. Did anyone say wimp? Right here... do you see me waving my hand?</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">The really good thing about the meds are that I feel relaxed and can't remember a thing including the pain and sound of the drill. The bad thing is that I can't remember a thing. So I have to have a driver and a babysitter. I have been known to buy things I don't need and find them the next day only to wonder how I got them and then worry that I have become a shoplifter. Or put things away and never find them. Say things fifty times or forget to do what the dentist told me because I wasn't in my right mind when they told me. Yes, its bad, but totally worth it because it gets the job done painlessly and without several days of anxiety.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Okay so my mission for today is get a few pages of my manuscript done, pick up the house, and survive the dentist. Then I will veg out and try to stay out of trouble.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Can she do it? Yes she can!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Yesterday's mission impossible was pretty much a success. Most of the decorating is done and I completed 5 pages of my story. I will let you know how my dental adventures go.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">XO-Mya</span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-60886866879037387532008-11-19T17:07:00.012-05:002008-11-19T17:57:39.238-05:00My Mission Day Two<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSSPOFAhZzI/AAAAAAAACGs/uiCV3ghfkt4/s1600-h/IMG_1927.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270494935955629874" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSSPOFAhZzI/AAAAAAAACGs/uiCV3ghfkt4/s400/IMG_1927.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Day one of my mission of completing the tasks I set out to do each and every day. Including posting on my progress daily. To understand my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nonsense</span> see day Zero/ previous post.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Today's mission was to finish my Christmas decorating and yes I am a bit early this year but upcoming family festivities warrant that this is done before Thanksgiving. Blah, blah, blah and having said all of that here is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">snip it</span> of what I accomplished.</span> My theme this year is a little girl's fairy tale tree. Everything on the tree is either part of a story book fairy tale or a girl-like fantasy.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Christmas Tree up and decorated-<span style="color:#ff0000;">check.</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Okay I cheated a little there because I put it up and did most of the trimming this weekend but I am still counting it!</span><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSSO4CQKRII/AAAAAAAACGk/H_EiFiJJCYk/s1600-h/IMG_1953.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270494557258794114" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSSO4CQKRII/AAAAAAAACGk/H_EiFiJJCYk/s400/IMG_1953.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Wreaths completed and hung. <span style="color:#3366ff;">Check- Check</span> Both wreaths were existing pieces that I made years ago but they were in dire need of sprucing and adding a few new bedazzles here and there. The little elf above was part of my Christmas as a child. He sat on a little ladder going up the tree. He has a couple friends hiding on the other side of the wreath. Hopefully my sister doesn't see this or she will be ticked that I ended up with them. At least I hope so. I love it when I win the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sibling</span> rivalry thing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSSOrHhk_mI/AAAAAAAACGc/-gP0M4vHu34/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270494335335726690" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSSOrHhk_mI/AAAAAAAACGc/-gP0M4vHu34/s400/IMG_1952.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">The fairy door is decked out for the H<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">oliday's</span> with a tiny wreath and gifts on the door step. <span style="color:#3366ff;">Check </span>No I don't really believe in fairies, well at least not until I see one slip through the tiny door on my porch. I just want to keep the neighbors guessing and scare away the door to door solicitors. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSSOb5PIRsI/AAAAAAAACGU/py2K03fveEc/s1600-h/IMG_1936.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270494073802213058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSSOb5PIRsI/AAAAAAAACGU/py2K03fveEc/s400/IMG_1936.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">My two feet tall <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bugling</span> angel is in place, she is gracing my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">granite</span> counter top. <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Check</span> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">I just love her. Picked her up at Home Goods- gotta love that store! She is gorgeous but hard to photograph- she is more beautiful in real life.</span><br />Doesn't sound like much but I did a lot more than I mentioned here honost, plus I had to chase the princess around.<br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Okay as for yesterday- Day Zero's task. How did I do? Well I didn't get 10 pages typed but I did manage 7. I now I have 10 typed pages. Slow progress but it is coming and sounds Damn good if I do say so myself <span style="color:#ff0000;">:)</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Til' tomorrow when The Girl- The Mission- and Day Two begins.</span></p><p><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">XO</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Mya</span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-39317592826273644842008-11-18T16:12:00.005-05:002008-11-19T18:04:18.498-05:00My Mission and Day Zero<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSMw9q9Z1ZI/AAAAAAAACGM/1yCE7XvWiWE/s1600-h/IMG_0966+(3).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270109825015600530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SSMw9q9Z1ZI/AAAAAAAACGM/1yCE7XvWiWE/s400/IMG_0966+(3).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">The girl, the mission, the task, the impossible and day zero.</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Okay blogging buddies that is if you are still out there. I have gotten terribly <span style="color:#00cccc;">distracted </span>and need a new mission to carry me through my daily blog posts. So new plan. Are you ready. I will (try to) post daily on one task that I need to or will (may) accomplish for that day. Notice that I am a <span style="color:#00cccc;">realist </span>and say things like: try to, need to, or may accomplish. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Well aside from all that, this is my new mission and it starts with today; <span style="color:#00cccc;">day zero</span>. I will keep you updated on my progress of completing the <span style="color:#00cccc;">task</span>. Remember I am very easily side-tracked. I may need your help to keep me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">focused</span>, decisive, and completely on task.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Okay the task or mission <span style="color:#00cccc;">impossible</span> for today is to take my newly outlined manuscript from an outline to at least ten typed pages. It won't be much, probably 7 thousand words by page 10 but it is a start. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Ready Go..........</span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-3381744046513151292008-11-13T19:13:00.005-05:002008-11-13T19:36:44.118-05:00The Presidential Pup<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SRzDQDQd5TI/AAAAAAAACGE/kiQn85GbmnU/s1600-h/obama+dog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268300344636335410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SRzDQDQd5TI/AAAAAAAACGE/kiQn85GbmnU/s400/obama+dog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />this little guy is one of the contenders for first dog.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">A face that... well, I'm not sure anyone could love.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">So the search is on for the next White House dog. It must be outgoing and as hypoallergenic as possible but shouldn't it be photogenic as well? Let's face it- as trivial as it seems the White House pets are sometimes remembered and photographed more often than the actual first family. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">No dog is completely allergy free but this hairless dude above may come close.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I have shared my life with dogs from the day I was born, but discovered only a few years ago, during allergy testing, that I was allergic to them. I don't know what it would be like to be without or allergy free so I have kept my pooches and suffered a few sinus ills here and there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Whatever pooch they choose, I hope it will give the Obama girls many years of companionship. Below is a list of the most popular names picked for the new presidential pup. Let me know your top pick. I like Lady Liberty or Economy.</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Thanks for dropping by. Sorry I've been AWOL lately but a family emergency took me away for a few days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">XO-Mya</span></p><br /><br />Here are the most popular names written in by poll respondents:<br />Hope<br />Lucky<br />Change<br />Sarah<br />George<br />Maverick<br />Snoopy<br />Buddy<br />Champ<br />Dog<br />Freedom<br />King<br />Liberty<br />Lincoln<br />Martin<br />Saul<br />Yes We Can<br />Other, less popular suggestions:<br />Abrahound Lincoln<br />Audacity<br />Big Reg<br />Donut<br />Duffy<br />Duke<br />Economy<br />Entropy<br />Howard (Dean)<br />Lady Liberty<br />Liberty ‘Libby’<br />Momentum<br />Nomad<br />Nova or Jade<br />Oprah<br />Promise<br />Rosa<br />Rufus<br />Secretary of State<br />Tina FeyMyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-32930915882466438892008-11-04T07:16:00.006-05:002008-11-04T07:26:07.334-05:00Every Voice Matters<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SRA9QSdvhQI/AAAAAAAACF8/3w0V3mEG-CY/s1600-h/ladybug.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264775314439898370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SRA9QSdvhQI/AAAAAAAACF8/3w0V3mEG-CY/s400/ladybug.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">This is it the big election day. Can you believe what a long road this has been? My little lady bug says get out and vote today. Make sure you are heard loud and clear. Every voice matters so make yours count!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">XO-Mya</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-256327035294447912008-11-02T17:39:00.004-05:002008-11-02T17:56:23.317-05:00Movie Talk<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQ4sYWUgAQI/AAAAAAAACF0/Kps9mIBl_Jo/s1600-h/movie+critic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264193811262734594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQ4sYWUgAQI/AAAAAAAACF0/Kps9mIBl_Jo/s320/movie+critic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">I thought we could share a little movie talk between friends. My lastest movie adventure was <span style="color:#ff99ff;">The Secret Life of Bees</span> this weekend. It really is a must see. The acting is great and the story is moving. Most of the theater audience shed at least one tear or maybe two. The book is even better so if nothing else read the book! </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">My previous movie trip was to see <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Nights in Rodanthe</span>. Excellent romantic date night movie. I have to say I liked the movie a little better than the book. Another old favorite of mine that I happened to catch on Encor this weekend is <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Prelude to a Kiss</span>. Of course, I love almost every Meg Ryan movie.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">What movies have you seen lately?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">XO-Mya</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-39116209289274024572008-10-29T11:09:00.008-04:002008-10-31T08:15:06.611-04:00Haunted Houses and Happy Halloween<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQrwNpSdvfI/AAAAAAAACFs/KHR1wUficYY/s1600-h/candle2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263283231748111858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQrwNpSdvfI/AAAAAAAACFs/KHR1wUficYY/s320/candle2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">Happy Halloween my friends. I am back from my trip just in time to wish you all a spooky but safe tricker treat.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQh86vWijLI/AAAAAAAACFc/6Cp421iYiA4/s1600-h/haunted+girl.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262593513167686834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQh86vWijLI/AAAAAAAACFc/6Cp421iYiA4/s400/haunted+girl.bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">Are there goblins outside your window or a monster at your door?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">Do ghosts haunt your bedroom and send you hurling on the floor?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">(What would you do if you saw this coming at you?)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div>(Run? Good choice!)<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQh9dEJ8ZcI/AAAAAAAACFk/SybOc2g5Y2w/s1600-h/waif+cottage+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262594102867551682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQh9dEJ8ZcI/AAAAAAAACFk/SybOc2g5Y2w/s400/waif+cottage+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Would you like to pay a visit to a place where ghosts and goblins hide?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Would you need your protector to stand strong and fearless at your side?</span><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#000000;">(This is a little cottage we visited in Captiva some time ago) </span></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#000000;">(looks haunted to me)</span><br /></span><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQh86cmbS3I/AAAAAAAACFU/Xdy6mAuipCo/s1600-h/haunted-house-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262593508134046578" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQh86cmbS3I/AAAAAAAACFU/Xdy6mAuipCo/s400/haunted-house-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Take a long and treacherous walk up my stare,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">you can enter my doorway if you dare.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">(I wouldn't it looks far too creepy for me)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQh86AkODHI/AAAAAAAACFM/TfowZs50STw/s1600-h/haunted.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262593500608597106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQh86AkODHI/AAAAAAAACFM/TfowZs50STw/s400/haunted.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Old but not forgotten to the spirits that live inside,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">What a lovely fortress for the zombies that must hide.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">( I would love to take a tour of old abandoned or haunted houses on Halloween night but not alone! How about you?)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Have a safe and Happy Halloween!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Xo-Mya</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"></span><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-86493150063403372032008-10-24T09:19:00.008-04:002008-10-24T09:43:14.331-04:00Pink Saturday in Chicago<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQHL3HtgmbI/AAAAAAAACE8/VyjJLc8gD-k/s1600-h/girlfriend+pink+chicago.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260709987568622002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQHL3HtgmbI/AAAAAAAACE8/VyjJLc8gD-k/s400/girlfriend+pink+chicago.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">It is Pink Saturday once again and I will be spending it with my girlfriends in Chicago. Despite the weather forecast and the fact that I am the only one who doesn't snore (I'll need earplugs) I can't wait to get there.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQHOVhYxGWI/AAAAAAAACFE/_MXO4qP7IJk/s1600-h/chicago+wedding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260712708880275810" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQHOVhYxGWI/AAAAAAAACFE/_MXO4qP7IJk/s400/chicago+wedding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">We are going to see Tina and Tony's Wedding which I've heard is quite a hoot. The rest of our agenda involves shopping, laughing and maybe a drink or two.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQHLuoRyjDI/AAAAAAAACE0/S0R2Hq0vqOw/s1600-h/pink+chicago.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQHLue5NCnI/AAAAAAAACEs/bK9KZYr7tVA/s1600-h/pink+flamingo+chicago.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260709839172864626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQHLue5NCnI/AAAAAAAACEs/bK9KZYr7tVA/s400/pink+flamingo+chicago.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">This is the latest Flamingo exhibit. Can you pick me out? I'm the one in the lead, headed for the posh store in the next picture.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQHLuBTBn8I/AAAAAAAACEk/sLs_i_HGLd8/s1600-h/pink+chicago.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260709831228104642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SQHLuBTBn8I/AAAAAAAACEk/sLs_i_HGLd8/s400/pink+chicago.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">What a glamorous looking store! I am sure I won't be able to afford even a scarf in this shop but what a fun place to browse. I could live with a closet that looked like that. How about you?</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">Don't forget to stop by our friend <a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/">Beverly's at How Sweet the Sound</a> for a tour of Pink Saturday.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">XO-Mya</span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-35649554831297175832008-10-21T08:09:00.004-04:002008-10-21T08:56:11.071-04:00Happy Fall<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SP3Gr2DVuPI/AAAAAAAACEc/FnXLrFSNrQE/s1600-h/gisellefall08+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259578396384803058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SP3Gr2DVuPI/AAAAAAAACEc/FnXLrFSNrQE/s400/gisellefall08+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>baby-girl's first leaf pile</p><p></p><p><span style="color:#ff9966;">Remember those fall days when you were young and couldn't wait to dive into a fresh pile of leaves? Falling leaves, bright orange pumpkins with Jack-o Lantern faces, and the excitement of Halloween just around the corner- the simple pleasures of our youth. Take a moment this week to jump into a fresh pile of leaves, roll around, throw them in the air, and then quickly duck into the house before the neighbor starts the phone chain to let everyone know that you finally lost your mind.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff9966;">Happy Fall. Pumpkins dreams and goblin wishes to you all.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff9966;">XO-Mya</span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856955937653703300.post-79873470824140235602008-10-17T21:02:00.023-04:002008-10-19T10:46:15.283-04:00Pink Saturday and Sunday Scribblings (Ruby Moon)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SPk1vE_SOTI/AAAAAAAACD8/EdT4xBd4Ccs/s1600-h/pink+love+bottle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258293122841065778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsiUdqBoMQs/SPk1vE_SOTI/AAAAAAAACD8/EdT4xBd4Ccs/s400/pink+love+bottle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Photo credit: Flickr/ enchantres</p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">I always wanted to open a little shop of upscale bath and body products and call it Ruby Moon. Since that was not to be, I created an imaginary Ruby Moon. It was imagined by me as described below. (Just my style)</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Ruby Moon was full of the enchanting allure of mysterious concoctions, all very purposeful but dangerous to the wallet. These mixtures were represented in bottles and tins of all shapes and sizes. The slender bottles gracing the window ledges reflected colorful light that bounced off the mirrors throughout the shop. They consisted of thick wavy glass that resembled old vessels washed up on the shore. Wavy glass bent the light into prisms that danced across the floor. There were endless shelves of glass, deep mahagony floors, and a hint of apple green covered what was left. Amber bottles wore labels with vintage appeal that was reminiscent of old France and begged to be touched. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">It took only a quick glance in the window or a whiff of the lingering aroma to draw the customers in. The regulars were women who had little to do and more money than they knew what to do with. Many a traveler happened upon the shop with only fumes in their wallets but somehow they found a way to possess a special tonic that would change their lives. Some potions pledged to get you in the mood while other tonics promised to fix any flaw. Tucked in the back corner of Ruby Moon were thick cushy robes and fluffy white slippers that felt like heaven and begged to be worn. Moody blues played in the background as the customers filled their arms with French milled soaps, musk scented candles, and sexy bath beads. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">The magic started the moment you entered the shop; a feeling of serenity swept you up; intoxicating smells whisked you away to exotic places with a mind-set far from home. An essence of vanilla with just a hint of something spicy always lingered over head. Each product held a promise to bless your home, make you unforgettable or cause a barren woman to become fertile. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">This shop was bathed in a mystic atmosphere and every scent played a part in the allure of Ruby Moon. They all had an implicit purpose and place in the store. The customers were oblivious to the power that Miss Ruby held over them. All it took was a whiff of her potions to render them helpless. The aroma would seep out through the vents in spite of a few, well placed, droplets in the air ducts which permeated the air and tempted them in from the street. These poor souls didn’t comprehend why they had come to Ruby Moon but a voice in their head told them to possess this fragrance before they left the store. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Today’s fragrance is Velvet Crush which is a passionate combination of opium and sweet vanilla. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Want Some???</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Thank you for stopping by Ruby Moon on a Pink Saturday.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">For more tempting posts visit <a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/">Beverly at How Sweet the Sound</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">XO-Mya</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p>Myahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292778851852477299noreply@blogger.com25