<?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-2136712187756535364</id><updated>2011-12-02T02:17:53.227-07:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='moving'/><category term='mature'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Continuing'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='old'/><category term='Growing up'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='Family'/><category term='night'/><category term='SLC PUNK'/><category term='change'/><category term='Victor'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Nephew'/><category term='Teenager'/><category term='Advice'/><category term='New'/><category term='You'/><category term='Life'/><category term='College'/><category term='respect'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Living'/><category term='Love'/><category term='melancholic'/><category term='forever'/><category term='age'/><category term='Missing'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Need'/><category term='Law'/><category term='learning'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='sleepless'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='growing'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Letters and Words</title><subtitle type='html'>The world's full of apathy, but I don't care</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-6750771788682616883</id><published>2011-12-02T01:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:10:54.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Kind of Night</title><summary type='text'>You know when the weather is cold and you can't help but lay back really LISTEN to a song and you can't help but remember the past...I'm in an amazing relationship right now, I'm happy as I ever was. I'm looking forward for the holidays regardless of how muddy the future looks I'm looking forward to what comes next...I thought back to my first boyfriend and realized that each one taught me a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/6750771788682616883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=6750771788682616883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/6750771788682616883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/6750771788682616883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-kind-of-night.html' title='That Kind of Night'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mVLfG9UIYhA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-2657942289883329127</id><published>2011-11-28T00:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:00:56.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undisclosed conversation</title><summary type='text'>After sharing a video of someone shitting their pants David and I had a random conversation ... I won't disclose who said what but it went something like this...xxxxx: how do you not a piece of crap is coming outxxxxx: but             it she says it was the runs             you know the ones that just by laughing             causes it to you know             hershey squirt             outta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/2657942289883329127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=2657942289883329127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/2657942289883329127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/2657942289883329127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/11/undisclosed-conversation.html' title='Undisclosed conversation'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-3440107699259639724</id><published>2011-05-28T00:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:50:59.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 - Someone You wish to meet</title><summary type='text'>Dear Bill MaherI may not technically might ever meet you but I would love to. I would so enjoy having a conversation with you with maybe a bit of weed on the side and laugh at everything that isn't right in the world.Cheers!-Oli</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/3440107699259639724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=3440107699259639724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3440107699259639724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3440107699259639724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-9-someone-you-wish-to-meet.html' title='Day 9 - Someone You wish to meet'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-2312470838038332333</id><published>2011-05-28T00:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:45:07.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - Your Favorite Internet Friend</title><summary type='text'>Dear Ian,You were so funny back in the days. I could always count on you to get a laugh. We grew apart and we're all grown up now. I hope you're doing well :).-Oli</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/2312470838038332333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=2312470838038332333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/2312470838038332333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/2312470838038332333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-8-your-favorite-internet-friend.html' title='Day 8 - Your Favorite Internet Friend'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-7013143650950247096</id><published>2011-05-23T19:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:01:38.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/love/crush</title><summary type='text'>Dear Haze, (lol)Looking back to where it all started makes me laugh at how innocent we were. 7 years ago almost a decade. I'm not gonna get mushy and I'm not gonna  hate on you because there really is nothing to hate about. You're one of the coolest guys I've come across from, your quirky and always have something to say even though it's nothing. If that made any sense then you know what I mean. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/7013143650950247096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=7013143650950247096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/7013143650950247096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/7013143650950247096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-7-your-ex-boyfriendlovecrush.html' title='Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/love/crush'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-7107778763413626630</id><published>2011-05-23T18:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:46:22.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Stranger</title><summary type='text'>Dear Woman of Asian Decent,Your blessings and your hopes and support of never giving up school will always be in my heart. You are one of the nicest customers I've ever helped. I thank you for always commenting on something good that I do. I rarely get good comments but thank you so much. I enjoy knowing that you find my humor funny and that I can help you in whichever way I can. I hope you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/7107778763413626630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=7107778763413626630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/7107778763413626630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/7107778763413626630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-6-stranger.html' title='Day 6 - Stranger'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-4257472606921971293</id><published>2011-05-17T08:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:11:57.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5- Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Dear Dreams,Don't worry I'll get my shit done. We've had some set backs but its all good I know if I don't give up I'll make anything want happen. As long as I believe in myself and everything I have faith on I will go far.-Oli - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/4257472606921971293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=4257472606921971293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/4257472606921971293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/4257472606921971293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-4-dreams.html' title='Day 5- Dreams'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-8235705619622808306</id><published>2011-05-14T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:31:08.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - Your Sibbling (Close Relative)</title><summary type='text'>Dear Tony,I've seen you grow from the inside of a belly and out to the young man that you are right now. I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished and all the obstacles that you've jumped over. I remember how shy and how much you struggled to get your groove and settle down in school. Now I'm sure you don't have any trouble with that.I know you're my nephew but we're only 7 yrs away from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/8235705619622808306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=8235705619622808306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8235705619622808306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8235705619622808306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-4-your-sibbling-close-relative.html' title='Day 4 - Your Sibbling (Close Relative)'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-8363909569845951212</id><published>2011-05-14T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:23:46.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Your Parents</title><summary type='text'>Mom and Dad,You probably won't read this but I'm pretty sure I've showed it to you both in more than one way. I'm thankful for all you've done for me. Thank you is not enough for the amount of things that you both have given me. I will say though that I've learned so much from the two of you. The person you see now is from all the good and bad times, the hard times and the good times that we've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/8363909569845951212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=8363909569845951212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8363909569845951212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8363909569845951212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-3-your-parents.html' title='Day 3 - Your Parents'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-8933755597260225475</id><published>2011-04-27T22:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:38:47.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Your Crush/Love</title><summary type='text'>Dear David,  Before I began to write this I went through my songs on my laptop and picked songs that some how remind me of me and you or just you, yourself.  So far it was 135 songs, about 8.4 hours of music. I don't know where or how to start but first of all I can say I am blessed that you came into my life when you did. Let's back track a bit. When you came into my life, I had just had the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/8933755597260225475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=8933755597260225475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8933755597260225475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8933755597260225475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-2-your-crushlove.html' title='Day 2 - Your Crush/Love'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8k_HxTVBEQ/TbjvURygZ0I/AAAAAAAAACk/7d5_TGwHIJ4/s72-c/lunapic_128085082491341_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-3827474330986803429</id><published>2011-04-27T00:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:33:41.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 My Best Friend</title><summary type='text'>This was hard to pick but it felt right..Dear Jose,Dude, We've been through plenty. I remember playing with you and Bea when we were kids outside of your house, and all the rides home as kids in your moms old car, and staying over at your house when my dad was in the hospital back in kinder garden.  Not until high school did we become close friends but really you're almost family to me.You've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/3827474330986803429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=3827474330986803429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3827474330986803429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3827474330986803429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-1-my-best-friend.html' title='Day 1 My Best Friend'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-1760246933137262188</id><published>2011-04-26T23:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:08:06.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Letter Challenge</title><summary type='text'>Here it goes...Day 1 — Your Best FriendDay 2 — Your CrushDay 3 — Your parentsDay 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)Day 5 — Your dreamsDay 6 — A strangerDay 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crushDay 8 — Your favorite internet friendDay 9 — Someone you wish you could meetDay 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like toDay 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk toDay 12 —</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/1760246933137262188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=1760246933137262188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1760246933137262188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1760246933137262188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-letter-challenge.html' title='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-5180486525606658842</id><published>2011-04-05T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:08:31.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had A Dollar..</title><summary type='text'>If I had a dollar for every time my dad said "I'll do [ insert action] tomorrow I'd have about 134 dollars for every year.If I had a dollar for every time I told my sister I'll go to the gym with her next wednesday I'd have 59 a yearIf I had a dollar for every time I winged it i'd have about 365 a year.If I had a dollar for every boy I ever kissed starting from elementary school I'd have about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/5180486525606658842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=5180486525606658842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/5180486525606658842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/5180486525606658842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-i-had-dollar.html' title='If I had A Dollar..'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-8462398972727130935</id><published>2011-01-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:01:25.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spit Spat...Sput?</title><summary type='text'>Happy 2011 we're 1 year closer to the end of the world!Well whatever happens happens but until then we got alot of life to live. Much has happened much has change much more change and great times are coming.Currently I'm employed. School started and it looks like a prosperous year. I got plenty to say but not sure how to fit it all in I'll try my best.I realized I'll be 23 this year (this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/8462398972727130935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=8462398972727130935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8462398972727130935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8462398972727130935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2011/01/spit-spatsput.html' title='Spit Spat...Sput?'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-3957787609591922954</id><published>2010-12-05T19:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:46:02.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up In The Air</title><summary type='text'>Usually it's hard for me to admit I'm wrong. At this point I would be blogging about how my boyfriend fucked me over and he's a piece of decomposed shit. Well not this time.These past weeks have been intense and insane. From where I left off on that last blog it spilled over. I was the cheater once again. I was sure that I would be a single lonely idiot who fucked things up. Thankfully, I'm not. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/3957787609591922954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=3957787609591922954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3957787609591922954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3957787609591922954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2010/12/up-in-air.html' title='Up In The Air'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cuZPLbjxJC4/TPxOVwxtYWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OoElzKl4330/s72-c/yoshi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-1782786228724884966</id><published>2010-11-03T22:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:52:49.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Licking Open Wounds Closed</title><summary type='text'>I think that every time that someone from the past comes back into your life for brief moments is to relive that time you had but to also come clean and say things that were unsaid.Last night was no exception for me, it was an accident waiting to happen. As you all may or  may not know I was dating a guy named Gus. At the time, he was a great amazing guy who could make me laugh and could talk to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/1782786228724884966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=1782786228724884966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1782786228724884966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1782786228724884966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2010/11/licking-open-wounds-closed.html' title='Licking Open Wounds Closed'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-1460228801997282405</id><published>2010-10-23T01:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:53:58.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Sleep</title><summary type='text'>Class starts tomorrow at 8 o'clock am tomorrow for some super important lab.  I wasn't planning on going but 2 more absences and I'm out I kinda wanna save the last 2 for later.I'm not losing sleep because I got problems or anything.  Technically I do but screw it they aren't too bad.  Is this going to turn into a love sick post? Ch-Yeah, more than likely.The thing is I have shit in mind. We're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/1460228801997282405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=1460228801997282405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1460228801997282405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1460228801997282405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2010/10/losing-sleep.html' title='Losing Sleep'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-4157542264798568696</id><published>2010-08-24T18:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:12:02.383-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Friends, Love and the Gynocologist</title><summary type='text'>"Get Naked from your waste down, get on the table [please]"Ohh, if only some sexy dark skinned guy with an accent had said that to me I would of complied with no hesitation (not really). To my luck I HAD to go to the gynecologists. I figured I'd see one when I was pregnant, about to give birth or maybe when I was old, pruned and dried up. (Bleh!) But no. My gynecologist was a woman. I'm not too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/4157542264798568696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=4157542264798568696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/4157542264798568696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/4157542264798568696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends-love-and-gynocologist.html' title='Friends, Love and the Gynocologist'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-3630342739584761974</id><published>2010-07-26T00:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:06:11.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Realizations</title><summary type='text'>There's something about waking up in the morning and the first thing you look at is the person who makes shit so much better in this world. Everyone feels differently in said situation but I feel at peace. Everything that's gone wrong or what may go wrong doesn't matter at that moment. It's the feeling of running your fingers through their hair and feeling their rhythmic breathing and beating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/3630342739584761974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=3630342739584761974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3630342739584761974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3630342739584761974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2010/07/realizations.html' title='Realizations'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-3271946757733799261</id><published>2010-06-02T22:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:30:40.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapters</title><summary type='text'>Getting older is a bitter pill to swallow for me lately I've suddenly felt like I've aged yet somehow I've accept it. It's been 3 years since I was 18 and 7 since I was 15. I've accepted it not by force or because of the laws of nature but because many valuable life lessons came to me through those years. Many new experiences happened some great others not so great ranging from drugs, family, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/3271946757733799261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=3271946757733799261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3271946757733799261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3271946757733799261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-chapters.html' title='New Chapters'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-6165480180738808188</id><published>2010-04-17T02:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:40:50.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind. Erase</title><summary type='text'>You know when you find something, you don't really know how good it'll be so you try it out, give it a shot, and it just goes so well with you that you're willing to do anything even give up things to keep it? Well that's how I was these past 5 months.If you keep up with me you might know I am once again on the road to single hood. Only this is this time around it didn't hit me so hard. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/6165480180738808188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=6165480180738808188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/6165480180738808188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/6165480180738808188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2010/04/rewind-erase.html' title='Rewind. Erase'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-3267529809990138614</id><published>2009-10-25T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:50:33.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Every blog i ever started my search for love has been the dominate topic of ever heart felt and heart broken post. Sometimes I think love to balanced and sometimes i think it is the most wonderful thing a human can feel and experience. Since my last post plenty has occurred. I now have a boyfriend and my family seems to be ok. I'm still unemployed and i'm still in square one so nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/3267529809990138614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=3267529809990138614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3267529809990138614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3267529809990138614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-blog-i-ever-started-my-search-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-7573969637975711250</id><published>2009-10-21T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:55:57.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Does this even work?      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/7573969637975711250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=7573969637975711250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/7573969637975711250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/7573969637975711250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-this-even-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-8454490545393566464</id><published>2009-07-06T23:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:33:54.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitive Decisions</title><summary type='text'>Today was a day unlike any other from having a meltdown in the wee hours of the morning to jumping for joy out of the unexpected news I received. It had a little bit of everything up until now.After everything was said and done and I thought about everything that's been going on I came to a decision that I will not try to date anyone for sometime. Things are starting to look up for me and I need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/8454490545393566464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=8454490545393566464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8454490545393566464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8454490545393566464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2009/07/definitive-decisions.html' title='Definitive Decisions'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-6738854083821622481</id><published>2009-06-08T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:32:27.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Was It Me?</title><summary type='text'>It was bound to happen. It's been 13 days and I've tried to play it off act like it didn't hurt but. It did. It's hurting and It's not going to stop anytime soon. I new something was up I've had that gut feeling I get when something bad is coming. The more I think about it the more I can't grasp it. It wasn't suppose to end this way, at least not how it happened. Like always I end up not saying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/6738854083821622481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=6738854083821622481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/6738854083821622481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/6738854083821622481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-it-me.html' title='Was It Me?'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-8550819183827954967</id><published>2009-05-18T00:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:19:07.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Make It</title><summary type='text'>I'm reluctantly accepting quick changes, not that it's bad but it's been sudden. Kinda like turning on the shower and rather it being warm water it's freezing cold. I'm glad everything is sorting out and I'm glad things are looking bright even though to others it's getting bleak.I don't know that's just my thinking at the moment. I have more to say but I'm numb at the current situation I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/8550819183827954967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=8550819183827954967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8550819183827954967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8550819183827954967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2009/05/we.html' title='We&apos;ll Make It'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-3422007020165801330</id><published>2009-02-25T00:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:47:38.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>External Memories</title><summary type='text'>I wish I had one and possibly a Memory boost you know to process information faster. I can't remember the correct term but who cares.It was a fair February with other than the fact that Victor rear ended a car and totaled the front of his mustang but he's alright and that's all that matters.Seriously, things lately have been going full blast for once I did not expect for things to start going and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/3422007020165801330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=3422007020165801330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3422007020165801330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3422007020165801330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2009/02/external-memories.html' title='External Memories'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-4351531760245237464</id><published>2009-01-23T01:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:00:31.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recaps and Relapses</title><summary type='text'>Kinda.I didn't Forget my blog there was just plenty of events and random turns of events I just didn't have time to sit and think about it and brainstorm it.Christmas came and went along with new years. Family and friends were around during those times so it was great for the most part.  During that course I made a new friend... well not so new considering that he's been around for some time we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/4351531760245237464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=4351531760245237464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/4351531760245237464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/4351531760245237464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2009/01/recaps-and-relapses.html' title='Recaps and Relapses'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-2406597428057649247</id><published>2008-12-08T01:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:45:56.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law'/><title type='text'>And Time Stood Still</title><summary type='text'>Ever since that last blog many things have occurred.  I was too lazy to keep record of everything that has gone on but I'll just babble on about whatever I can remember or has some sort of sentimental connection so to speak. I'm officially 20, broke as fuck, distanced from certain individuals, in a very strange family, and in a relationship. I know there's more but I don't really want to dig up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/2406597428057649247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=2406597428057649247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/2406597428057649247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/2406597428057649247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-time-stood-still.html' title='And Time Stood Still'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-5522048209702370939</id><published>2008-09-08T03:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:00:23.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pleasant Conversations</title><summary type='text'>Today might of been one of my favorite nights. Something about rainy thundering nights and having a quiet conversation can really be fantastic. It's been such a long time since I've had a conversation with someone and everything that's going on really didn't matter. I like it.I know it's somewhat pathetic that I got off the phone, turned on the P.C walked to the living room, peeked out the window</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/5522048209702370939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=5522048209702370939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/5522048209702370939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/5522048209702370939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/09/pleasant-conversations.html' title='Pleasant Conversations'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-3962634002860699508</id><published>2008-08-07T22:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:38:50.223-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Continuing'/><title type='text'>And so it is..</title><summary type='text'>Since the last post a few new things and new changes came around, along with great and difficult situations. At the moment I'm happy, something I haven't felt some time. The time spent away, around and pestering people wasn't ill spent at all. I managed to pin point something good out of everything that seemed to be going sour. I'm not going to say I've been enlightened with the gift of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/3962634002860699508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=3962634002860699508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3962634002860699508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/3962634002860699508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-so-it-is.html' title='And so it is..'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-7045703889429076983</id><published>2008-07-24T03:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:59:37.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living On</title><summary type='text'>I'm at that stage when I realize I'm no longer a teenager, when I hear "23 yr old wife, "22 year old manager" "24 year old whatever" when I think and say "Hey, I'm not too far away from that age." It's like when everything finally sinks in after letting it marinade for so long it's so much you don't know what to do with yourself. I guess I'm afraid of what lies ahead the decisions I make and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/7045703889429076983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=7045703889429076983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/7045703889429076983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/7045703889429076983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-on.html' title='Living On'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-8900248487683259796</id><published>2008-07-12T02:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:42:45.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going For It</title><summary type='text'>A few quick rantsAfter having small talk with a few people (workers from a store my dad works at) we started talking about looks and relationships, I initially said "Well at the moment I'm quite atrocious and I'm not much to look at." One of them turns around looks at me and he says, "On the contrary I find you quite attractive. It's not common to find someone on this side of town (segundo barrio</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/8900248487683259796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=8900248487683259796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8900248487683259796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8900248487683259796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-for-it.html' title='Going For It'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-1563762079031464900</id><published>2008-07-10T18:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:30:33.130-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Inevitable Change</title><summary type='text'>It's time I woman up to situations and start planning my new phase in life. It was nice being a rebellious pain in the ass teen but now it's time to face the fact that it'll be a few months until I'm considered and "Adult" in a few peoples eyes. It's motivated me into getting my act together and figure out what I want out of my life and it seems it has worked.I was looking at college outside of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/1563762079031464900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=1563762079031464900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1563762079031464900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1563762079031464900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time-i-woman-up-to-situations-and_10.html' title='Inevitable Change'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-2213184159711994403</id><published>2008-06-29T02:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:03:50.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling on</title><summary type='text'>A short blog for short thoughts,I'm scattered, I'm not all here I'm everywhere. Not in an omnipotent sort of way but you know what I mean.Once again I find myself over thinking situations and putting on false hopes for things to come it's nearly 3am once again and I'm in thought.Today pretty much was lame in more than one way but I'm bound to have shitty days (for lack of better words).The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/2213184159711994403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=2213184159711994403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/2213184159711994403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/2213184159711994403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/06/rambling-on.html' title='Rambling on'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-254617123724934944</id><published>2008-06-28T00:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:48:31.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me Baybeh</title><summary type='text'>Pros and cons about relationships are up on the air.  Relationships are nice to a certain extent but I've been really reluctant into tangling myself in one once again. I've grown into liking being on my own so far, no drama no worrying about fulfilling someones  desires just doing what I want. Especially now knowing how hectic things are getting for me in a way.On the other hand I've missed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/254617123724934944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=254617123724934944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/254617123724934944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/254617123724934944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiss-me-baybeh.html' title='Kiss me Baybeh'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-1934546170507252570</id><published>2008-06-24T00:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:07:03.585-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law'/><title type='text'>Unmet Expectations</title><summary type='text'>Never expect things to go your way. No matter how hard you plan they always go the way you LEAST expect them.I posted the moral of this post first just for the sake of now restating Friday - Sunday events.- Got the haircut- Got the clothing- Got the nice shoesBut aside from that, everyone related to me seemed to have an Attitude on Saturday. Which lead to the conclusion amongst my sisters and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/1934546170507252570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=1934546170507252570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1934546170507252570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1934546170507252570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/06/unmet-expectations.html' title='Unmet Expectations'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-99160084572265859</id><published>2008-06-15T03:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T03:40:38.761-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>Melancholic Reactions</title><summary type='text'>I slept most of the day today and I can't get my eyelids to touch each other long enough to go into sleep mode.It's nearly 3am I'm texting and messaging people the few who are crazy enough to stay up just for the hell of staying up. What sucks about not being able to sleep at night is the fact that it's all quiet and you have time to let things sink in and think about the most random shit that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/99160084572265859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=99160084572265859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/99160084572265859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/99160084572265859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-slept-most-of-day-today-and-i-cant.html' title='Melancholic Reactions'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-2970934176734070670</id><published>2008-06-03T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:03:39.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete Transition</title><summary type='text'>Self - reflections are threatening and really makes a person question whether or not what you are trying to accomplish is really worth it in the end. And yes I did reflect it's been a year and a month that I don't reflect and maybe I'm biting too much, not chewing enough and not swallowing the pieces down.For one I don't know what's the best decision for me at the moment every thing's muddy and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/2970934176734070670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=2970934176734070670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/2970934176734070670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/2970934176734070670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/06/complete-transition.html' title='Complete Transition'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-1346557302849318983</id><published>2008-05-30T02:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:31:59.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ripen and True</title><summary type='text'>Witnessing love at it's best is truly a remarkable thing it makes you feel serenity and peace within ones self. I believe I witness it every morning and every evening. Many people don't truly know the potential how far and how long love can go. Or many simply don't find it and settle.When my parents talk to each other (if and when in good terms), it's like they've never aged and are still in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/1346557302849318983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=1346557302849318983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1346557302849318983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1346557302849318983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/05/ripen-and-true.html' title='Ripen and True'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-946154951126569891</id><published>2008-05-19T01:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:33:51.080-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Growing Old</title><summary type='text'>When I look at my nephew I see a little kid who would have a malicious laugh and was afraid of big dogs and cuts. A mental memory that I wish to see him like that forever, in reality he's a soon to be teenager who thinks for himself and has his own mind now. THAT breaks me.I was talking to a friend the other day and he had mentioned to me that his 13 yr old brother has a girlfriend for sexual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/946154951126569891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=946154951126569891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/946154951126569891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/946154951126569891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/05/kid-sex-baby.html' title='Growing Old'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-8665398777422404365</id><published>2008-05-14T00:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:40:30.335-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>New Found Respect</title><summary type='text'>Things between my sisters and myself haven't been as "tight" as they used to. One day we find ourselves arguing over idiotic things such as "that tone of voice she uses" "the way she acts with me" and so on and so forth. Then the minute we stop spitting poison toward one another we're stabbing each others back.I blame this on 2 things;   Dad's attitude that we were born with   Dad's genes  Lately</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/8665398777422404365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=8665398777422404365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8665398777422404365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/8665398777422404365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-found-respect.html' title='New Found Respect'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-6532915072258882234</id><published>2008-04-29T01:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:40:12.606-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLC PUNK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>The Hidden Genius</title><summary type='text'>These last few days I've been watching "SLC PUNK!" and I must watch it with my nephew mainly because he needs a guide and someone who he can talk to rather than just teachers. As Is he goes through quite a bit with his parents not really paying much attention to him. Hopefully I can be a hand to guide him and not, not care for school and better himself.    I know contradicting sounding from me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/6532915072258882234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=6532915072258882234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/6532915072258882234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/6532915072258882234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2008/04/hidden-genius.html' title='The Hidden Genius'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-1740734794523508218</id><published>2007-12-27T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:04:53.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Trust</title><summary type='text'>I"m at a loss of words for this post... I'm terrified of those lovey dovey gushy getting married movies.  I come to realize how dorky relationships can get with the dumb love talk and what not. It's sickening but... I'm guilty of it because I've fallen into the mushy love circle.I decided to name this post "Circle of Trust" for 2 reasons... A circle of trust can be refered to as a ring or friends</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/1740734794523508218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=1740734794523508218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1740734794523508218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/1740734794523508218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2007/12/circle-of-trust.html' title='Circle of Trust'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136712187756535364.post-6281576884469261075</id><published>2007-11-25T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:14:51.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrecy</title><summary type='text'>I believe this blog will only be viewed by only a few or no people at all. It doesn't matter to me I guess this is where I'll vent and be inaniloquent and a nimshy. Big words for such a small brain I have wether I mispelled it or not I know what they mean and that's all that matters. At the momment I appear to be disgruntled about a situation that has appeared suddenly on my door step (not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/feeds/6281576884469261075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2136712187756535364&amp;postID=6281576884469261075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/6281576884469261075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2136712187756535364/posts/default/6281576884469261075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslanderos.blogspot.com/2007/11/secrecy.html' title='Secrecy'/><author><name>Ms Landeros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09864598293247828092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PEsqJ6voGI/TbemD2xqeHI/AAAAAAAAACE/bGzkZ3Ym80A/s220/lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
