<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924744119109735534</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 18:04:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Debutante</title><description>a young woman about to make her debut into society or let's say......the world wide web.</description><link>http://debutanteonwww.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>thedebutante@ymail.com (Debutante)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924744119109735534.post-7840956063392647311</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T23:27:43.070-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>healthy eating</category><title>Fried Twinkies and Oreos</title><description>The New Mexico state fair is in town and I remember so vividly how excited I was as a child to go to the fair. I loved the food, I loved the rides and I loved trying to win a stuffed animal by playing ring toss or knock over the coke bottles. I'm not sure if I ever did win one because my parents were reluctant to spend their money on that type of junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids, as they piled into the car, after a day at the fair brought with them arm fulls of those same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuffed animals. I swear they have been recycled through the generations. The stuffed animals that my kids obtained, were so dirty and old looking, from generations past such as Pink Panther, Casper and this ugly looking green turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not let the kids at least have the opportunity to win something of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;familiarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Sponge Bob, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cyress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JEEEEEZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Where do they get all of that junk anyway? I promise every parent arrives home after a day at the fair, waits for their kids to go to sleep, sneaks in, bags up all of that fair junk and returns to sender. Thus, recycled year after year. I know I can't wait for my kids to go night night. All of those flea infested stuffed animals will not be accompanying my kids to bed tonight, not if I can help it! I will give them some story about how there are so many children out there that have no toys and would love to have a green turtle to cuddle up to as they drift into never never land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on the other hand, what mom gets to take to bed with her tonight is severe indigestion and an additional five pounds of turkey leg added to my turkey leg. Fair food, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YuUMMmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I love all of that greasy, nasty and probably flea infested food. I eat relatively healthy, but put me right square in the middle of chili cheese fries, cotton candy, fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Twinkies&lt;/span&gt;, turkey legs and I am in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cholesterol&lt;/span&gt; heaven. I just tell myself that it will be okay tomorrow, but right now I'm just not feeling it! Even the fair food doesn't seem to have that "best food I've ever eaten" taste as it did when I was a child. Don't get me wrong, it was rather tasty but I have to believe that my common sense of diet and nutrition has clouded my judgement and perhaps my taste buds a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; do a cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</description><link>http://debutanteonwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/fried-twinkies-and-oreos.html</link><author>thedebutante@ymail.com (Debutante)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924744119109735534.post-241012660617063253</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T22:16:57.591-07:00</atom:updated><title>High Tech Drama Mama</title><description>Okay! I will be the first to tell everyone that I am totally challenged with anything high tech. That would mean cell phones, ipods, computers, cameras, you name it.........it leaves me daily in a state of utter frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my kids gave me an ipod for my birthday. I was completely excited as now I don't have to carry bundles of CD's in my car. Every song, author, band is already loaded onto a tiny little compact that fits into the palm of my hand. So, yes, I love it! I would love it more if it acted on command. There are over 600 songs that my daughter had already loaded on the ipod for me. Great songs! My favorite artists! Problem I have is finding them. I don't always know who sings what so I spent the entire day exploring and maneuvering my way through the various genre that I have. Awesome! Then I went for a run, took my ipod and spent most of my running time at a stop, attempting to locate the specific songs that I needed to hear to get me motivated for a run that I was not motivated for until I received an ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phones.......because my kids are unable to have conversations via their cell phone, I was forced to learn texting. Because of this I had to get a new cell phone. One that had an actual keyboard assigning each key a different letter. My previous cell phone did not. URK! I couldn't text on that phone for the life of me. I don't know if it was because with age my eyes have deteriated or that I was simply a moron. Anyway, I now have a more expensive phone just so that I can text. I was happy with a simple, basic phone until I discovered that there was nothing simple about that phone at all in an age of texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now my sister has me selling and setting up an ebay store to eliminate closets of items that I no longer have a use for. In order to do that, requires me to have photos of what I am selling. Well I have a camera, not one with zoom or clarity but a fine camera just the same. However it just didn't seem to take quality pictures of the items I was selling so I bought a new camera. YIKES! I tell you! This is so much more than my brain can handle. Not that I bought some professional photographers type camera but this is certainly more intense than my once owned Kodak that just had a single push button in order to capture that moment. I am going to have to take a class just to learn how to turn it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had my phone and internet carrier switched from Qwest to Comcast cable. When the cable men got here to make the transition they left me with no internet. What the heck? Nothing is more annoying or frustrating than not having internet access. I am still challenged and gave in to reconnecting my laptop to a direct phone line as I have no clue how to be wireless as I was prior to the supposed luxory and high speed package that the cable guy assured me would be stress free. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't consider myself an ignorant individual, nor do I think that I have been hiding in some time warp only recently surfacing, but I have to ask myself where I have been while all of this technology has evolved around me. How is it that my kids are so in the know how and I have been living in an era so long removed. What black hole have I been living in? How long will it take me to catch up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! I thought I was quite the modern mama! Well, not quite!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</description><link>http://debutanteonwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/high-tech-drama.html</link><author>thedebutante@ymail.com (Debutante)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924744119109735534.post-8324817141735716485</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 06:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T22:18:03.365-07:00</atom:updated><title>All the good ones are taken</title><description>I live in New Mexico and I am single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lonely! To make matters worse, there are no men in New Mexico! The chances of me meeting a good guy are slim. Seriously! New Mexico has to be the worst place on earth to be single, unless of course, that is what makes you happy. Why is that? Why don't single, good looking men reside in this state? It's not because there aren't single, good looking women here. There are! It's not because there aren't jobs here. There are! It's not because New Mexico is an ugly place to live, because it really is enchanting. There just aren't any men here. I have been single for almost 10 years and, let me tell you, I have yet to meet a quality man in this entire state. Not that I have been all over the state looking, mind you. I have been looking, they just do not exist. My friends tell me that I am too picky. Is there such a thing? How can a person be too picky when looking for the right partner? W&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/package/gallery/0,,20205861_20206142_9,00.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e know what we are looking for and I am not looking for perfection because I know there is no such thing as a perfect man. I do believe that there is a perfect man for me, but where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my criteria:&lt;br /&gt;single&lt;br /&gt;responsible&lt;br /&gt;sensible&lt;br /&gt;mature&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;charming&lt;br /&gt;charismatic&lt;br /&gt;likes kids&lt;br /&gt;likes food&lt;br /&gt;likes to laugh&lt;br /&gt;likes to be active (no couch potatoes)&lt;br /&gt;honest&lt;br /&gt;has integrity&lt;br /&gt;doesn't live with roommate or mom&lt;br /&gt;has a car (that runs)&lt;br /&gt;nice teeth&lt;br /&gt;personal hygiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask for? I'm not picky! Where is he? Will I ever find him? Where do I have to go to find him? Hollywood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/package/gallery/0,,20205861_20207326,00.html"&gt;http://www.people.com/people/package/gallery/0,,20205861_20207326,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</description><link>http://debutanteonwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-good-ones-are-taken.html</link><author>thedebutante@ymail.com (Debutante)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924744119109735534.post-4498289706763605445</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 06:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T22:18:29.684-07:00</atom:updated><title>Love Thy Neighbor</title><description>I , for the first time had my neighbors, Tom and Diane over for drinks, although I had nothing to offer them in the form of drinks, we shared great conversation. They are great people! We had a brief conversation about politics, child rearing, blogging, future job prospects etc..... but what I loved most was the companionship that I created with them. We have been next door neighbors for several years and spoken only through the grapevine so to say, but for the first time since becoming next door neighbors shared my house and inner thoughts with these people. I Love my neighbors! "So close yet so far apart" as I have so frequently heard. What puts distance between people that you so feel so instantly drawn toward? Who knows? Certainly not the wall that separates our backyards......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about todays news of Banks being bought out, filing for bankruptcy, markets upside down, economy fundamentally strong....What the hell? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I am a mortgage banker for crying out loud. Does this have an impact on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;livelihood&lt;/span&gt;. Hell Yeah! Scared? Hell Yeah! A mere 25,000 people unemployed from HP today and how many unemployed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; Lehman Bros today?&lt;br /&gt;Where does it stop? For me, well, maybe today? Not sure. I have been in mortgage banking, as I have stated previously, for many years, but the passion is gone. It's becoming harder and harder to lend money to the consumer. UGH! That's how I make my living. What now? I am not sure if blogging is going to help me find me or what me is really seeking from this, however I do find a certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of comfort by expressing my fears here. I fear where this is going. This being "our economy". This being" my life". This being "our lives" as we know them. What I do believe from the bottom of my heart is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt; is the answer to it all. Faith and Prayer is the only way out of this despair that so many of us feel or have yet to feel. I have been through the pits of hell and the only thing that has helped me to maintain this mere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; is prayer and I pray that it will guide me through the rest of it!!!!! I know that there is an entity out there that hears my prayers, hears my cares, feels my expression and my compassion to make a better world for generations to come.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, today is my mom's birthday. I Love You Mom and Happy Birthday! You are a great Mom! Things, Life seemed so much simpler when you were here, here where I am today, raising kids! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Probably&lt;/span&gt; not in your eyes, but certainly in mine! You are a fantastic mother, you raised us well, you instilled the best in us, you gave us the key to to create our own happiness, through you and your tribulations! I Love You Dearly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</description><link>http://debutanteonwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-thy-neighbor.html</link><author>thedebutante@ymail.com (Debutante)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924744119109735534.post-8537295776222992377</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T22:18:50.933-07:00</atom:updated><title>Where am I going with this?</title><description>So today was Sunday and I am so not looking forward to going to work tomorrow. As I said in my profile I am a mortgage loan officer and with this mortgage mess and declining housing market my job seems much less than desirable. A typical Monday for me would be to sift through dozens of corporate emails, of which 99% of them are an instant delete. Then the other remaining emails that have come in over the weekend, sift through those and delete. Then it's bathroom break, coffee time and making phone calls. Call the realtors, builders, title companies or anyone else that I may have a working relationship with to see if they are interested in the day's interest rate or getting pre-qualified or know of someone that might be. These days, only a handful get pre-qualified. The days of 100% financing for the homebuyer are gone. The days of less than perfect credit for the homebuyer are gone. The days of stated income with a high loan to value are gone. FHA has changed it's lending guidelines as have FNMA and FHLMC. Be prepared to dig out all supporting documentation, utilizing savings accounts and explaining and documenting any credit issues if you are looking to purchase or refinance your home. So, here's to a Monday morning in the mortgage business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</description><link>http://debutanteonwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-am-i-going-with-this.html</link><author>thedebutante@ymail.com (Debutante)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924744119109735534.post-7212528549780013028</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T22:19:09.802-07:00</atom:updated><title>Blogging???</title><description>Okay, What is it? Well that's what I asked. Now having read hundreds of blogs have found that blogging is a self expression of sharing feelings, emotions, knowledge, wisdom, stupidity, jokes, videos and just about anything a person wants to share. It's great! Here are people that I don't know, have never met, willing to open their doors to me. Enter into their world of happiness, loneliness, despair, child rearing, intelligent and creative heads and I am wanting to walk through those doors. Why? Why do I care about them and what they have to say? Is it because so many of them share the same feelings, views and experiences that I have or want to have. Of course! That is exactly why. I want to know what and if other people think like I do, react like I do, respond like I do, know what I do. And if they don't, I want to know everything that they DO know. So I am here to share what I know and how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had two careers in my life. I have waited tables, served food and drinks and have been a mortgage banker. Completely different professions but both customer service oriented. But my most important JOB has been that of parenthood. I have been a mother for just over 21 years and the majority of those I have been a single mother. Now, that is a job not just a career! The pay is low but the reward is high. My 21 year old daughter has been a testimony of that. She is a woman of high standard and integrity. That is my reward. I then have two young men just entering puberty, so the reward there has yet to be seen. I'm not even sure I am equipped to enter into this stage of puberty with young boys. YIKES! It is almost haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</description><link>http://debutanteonwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogging.html</link><author>thedebutante@ymail.com (Debutante)</author></item></channel></rss>