<?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-4203135081198756058</id><updated>2012-02-09T20:15:18.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me...Margie!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-5615062780132717932</id><published>2010-10-13T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T19:46:53.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Official</title><content type='html'>I doubt there is anyone still following this blog but...just in case, I've moved. You can follow my &lt;a href="http://www.margiebonillaphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;photography blog&lt;/a&gt; and catch tid bits of my kiddo's &lt;a href="http://margiebonillaphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. See you there and don't be shy, leave us a comment;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-5615062780132717932?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/5615062780132717932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=5615062780132717932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/5615062780132717932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/5615062780132717932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-official.html' title='Its Official'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-8469800203725055496</id><published>2009-08-30T20:10:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:11:13.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No excuses...</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to sit here and waste time explaining why i've been such a bad blogger. I just have been, but, I have missed it. If my mind would have some sort of connection to the internet, not only would I have a post for every day, I'd have various daily post. It would be awesome! That hasn't been invented yet but you watch, it will be. That would be kinda freaky though. Anyways, so much has been going on lately. Briefly, school started this past week and although we didn't have the whole first day of school set up, we have been very excited around here. I continued on homeschooling with Ms. Alyssa and just started with Caleb. It's been quite an adventure. Alyssa is no jokes when it comes to school work. Gimme my work, what do I have to do, and she's working. Caleb on the other hand, gets "tired" quickly. Tries to get away with picking and choosing what he wants to do on his work sheets. Yeah, he's special that boy of mine. He's doing very good though. I'm really impressed with his writing. Hasn't done much of the tracing (alphabets) and he's already writing almost all his letters on his own. Alyssa is also doing great. Writing and spelling words out like blanket, block, black, flow, flag, and flashlight (I was impressed with that one). I'm really enjoying my time with them. Some people have asked me "how do you have the patience to homeschool", and well, I don't really know what to say. Not that I really think of myself to be an extremely patient person but, since we (the hubby and I) decided to do this, I have to give it my all and be on my best behavior. lol. I truly am enjoying being there as they grow intellectually. I'm like "wow, my kids ARE smart"! lol. I love those two. Okay, I'm sure not everyone is interested in my homeschooling my children so...I will move on. Um, oh yeah, my darling hubby and I celebrated our 9th year of Marriage on August 12...woohoo! Nothing fancy nor smancy this year. We had a lot to do around the house so we just hung out (he was on vacation that week), and I enjoyed every minute of it. That weekend we were able to have some alone time and just, hung out some more. We did make it to the movies, saw G.I. Joe... loved it. I have absolutely no pictures to document those days but...they were great! I really need to get me a point and shoot camera. I'm missing out on a lot of everyday shot because I don't want to carry around my big ole Canon. I'm using that one mainly for my &lt;a href="http://margiebonillaphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;photography biz&lt;/a&gt; which by the way is going GREAT! I'm soo excited with all that has been going on and feel so blessed to be able to do what I love and call it a "job". It's just an awesome feeling. Well, I gotta go put my monsters to sleep but a post is not a post without pictures so, here i leave you with special "spa treatment" from my children. (They insisted, and I gave in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SptDN6KjOKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/XxI4xNqkBoc/s1600-h/_MG_5286E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SptDN6KjOKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/XxI4xNqkBoc/s400/_MG_5286E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964486427687074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SptDNAUDsXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PZlpJEKTxsk/s1600-h/_MG_5273E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SptDNAUDsXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PZlpJEKTxsk/s400/_MG_5273E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964470898307442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SptDMW9EYDI/AAAAAAAAAi4/8k5W44D81c4/s1600-h/_MG_5264E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SptDMW9EYDI/AAAAAAAAAi4/8k5W44D81c4/s400/_MG_5264E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964459796029490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SptDNd3R6_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SuvoFkQ4mxM/s1600-h/_MG_5281E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SptDNd3R6_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SuvoFkQ4mxM/s400/_MG_5281E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964478830668786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes...this proud momma wore these sandals out to Target with her toes "AS IS" and even went to celebrate her best friends hubby's birthday that night with her crazy toes. My kids were proud, can't say that for my hubby and friends though! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-8469800203725055496?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/8469800203725055496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=8469800203725055496&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8469800203725055496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8469800203725055496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-excuses.html' title='No excuses...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SptDN6KjOKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/XxI4xNqkBoc/s72-c/_MG_5286E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-8878517124103827721</id><published>2009-07-14T18:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:20:50.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you!</title><content type='html'>Alyssa: Mom, where's Caleb's Tuxedo?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Um...in his closet, why?&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0cucFRMlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7BmxuVrPTxA/s1600-h/_MG_4860E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0cucFRMlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7BmxuVrPTxA/s400/_MG_4860E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358470715778609746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0cu9EgX5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/izeQ-LnmzoI/s1600-h/_MG_4864E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0cu9EgX5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/izeQ-LnmzoI/s400/_MG_4864E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358470724633780114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0cvEWQ-BI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lvvkD7VN-kU/s1600-h/_MG_4866E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0cvEWQ-BI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lvvkD7VN-kU/s400/_MG_4866E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358470726587316242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0cvYsNhZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/26IDyPypNn8/s1600-h/_MG_4868E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0cvYsNhZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/26IDyPypNn8/s400/_MG_4868E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358470732048074130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about it. I had to stop what I was doing and shoot away. They actually requested it, and that's not usual. It is for my daughter, but not my son. They made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0eZt4Ho9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/YGRNKqO-o24/s1600-h/_MG_4876E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0eZt4Ho9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/YGRNKqO-o24/s400/_MG_4876E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358472558801298386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0eZbllZPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/b4m7mmsVAes/s1600-h/_MG_4879EBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0eZbllZPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/b4m7mmsVAes/s400/_MG_4879EBW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358472553891718386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0gRifyIZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/rVX3MJfKZK8/s1600-h/_MG_4863EBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0gRifyIZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/rVX3MJfKZK8/s400/_MG_4863EBW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358474617330737554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had many people mention that I've been lost in the blog world but when the HUSBAND actually brings it up, you know it's been a while. So, this one's for all who missed me! Promise to be back soon. No, for real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-8878517124103827721?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/8878517124103827721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=8878517124103827721&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8878517124103827721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8878517124103827721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/07/alyssa-mom-wheres-calebs-tuxedo-mom-um.html' title='This one&apos;s for you!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sl0cucFRMlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7BmxuVrPTxA/s72-c/_MG_4860E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-1635166175016148685</id><published>2009-06-03T13:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:51:34.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby the Graduate...</title><content type='html'>Seems like just yesterday I blogged about her first day of school &lt;a href="http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/10/her-first-day-in-vpk.html"&gt;(click here for that)&lt;/a&gt;. Well, tomorrow is her last day of school! My big girl. She's so excited. She has her pre-k graduation on friday. I already rented the limo and the photographer will be here by 6:00 pm. HA! Just kidding. She will ride her little buns in our 2007 honda civic and her hot momma is her photographer. BAM! Will post pics and details this weekend on all our crazies. Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sia3QyadveI/AAAAAAAAAgg/H8UC9_aWq4Q/s1600-h/Alyssa%27s+C%26G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sia3QyadveI/AAAAAAAAAgg/H8UC9_aWq4Q/s400/Alyssa%27s+C%26G.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343159506960236002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvard...here she comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-1635166175016148685?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/1635166175016148685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=1635166175016148685&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1635166175016148685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1635166175016148685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-baby-graduate.html' title='My baby the Graduate...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sia3QyadveI/AAAAAAAAAgg/H8UC9_aWq4Q/s72-c/Alyssa%27s+C%26G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-6040192740059356975</id><published>2009-05-02T23:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:15:34.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Really? It's been a while since I've blogged. At first I was just really busy but then...got a little discouraged due to some stuffasis but...here I are! And with lots to say but I will make it quick cause...I'm tired. Okay, where to start? Well, I decided about 5 weeks ago to grab my weight gaining issue by the horn and do something about it. I started eating healthier, following the South Beach Diet, and well...drum roll please...I've lost 10 pounds! I have a lot more to go but it feels good to see my stomach and waist area smaller. I feel soo good! I'm not even suffering, I'm eating well and enjoying it. I do however miss one thing and one thing only...PIZZA! That's my weakness but I'm doing good. It does not control me, it just makes my mouth water everytime  I think about it! Next, I'm working on lots of indoor projects lately. I finally got my indoor lighting kit a few weeks back and have been having so much fun with it! It's very different from natural light photography but I'm really liking it. I was also blessed by a special group of woman a few weekends ago who got together with me for a belated scrapbook bday party. Really, it was just an excuse to get together with my gal pals and have adult conversation without interruptions...eh hem...no kids! Not only did we have fun but they pitched in and helped me buy some backdrops and other photography misc as their gift to me. Thank you so much girls...that was unexpected and very much appreciated! I've been very busy with booking and editing sessions but I cannot and will not complain. I'm seriously happy! There's more but, we'll leave it for another post. Thanks for stopping by and checking me out...now go check out my photography blog &lt;a href="http://www.margiebonillaphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, stay tuned and get ready to tell your friends and family to check out my blog for details on a FREE photo shoot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because a post with no photo is boring...here's yet another picture of Alyssa. And no, I don't have a favorite...Caleb just doesn't like taking pictures when I want to. He's a special case that one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sf0ZvQidA1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nCuxaLQ9Lcw/s1600-h/_MG_1783+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sf0ZvQidA1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nCuxaLQ9Lcw/s400/_MG_1783+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331445833560556370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-6040192740059356975?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/6040192740059356975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=6040192740059356975&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6040192740059356975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6040192740059356975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sf0ZvQidA1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nCuxaLQ9Lcw/s72-c/_MG_1783+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-2556789823480976386</id><published>2009-04-06T22:20:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:36:55.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Blog</title><content type='html'>Check it out &lt;a href="http://MargieBonillaPhotography.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sd6wr8LP1_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/ZgMaWtmlkvU/s1600-h/_MG_1788+4BlogW+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sd6wr8LP1_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/ZgMaWtmlkvU/s400/_MG_1788+4BlogW+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322886078532671474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-2556789823480976386?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/2556789823480976386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=2556789823480976386&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2556789823480976386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2556789823480976386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/04/photography-blog.html' title='Photography Blog'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sd6wr8LP1_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/ZgMaWtmlkvU/s72-c/_MG_1788+4BlogW+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-4321033976968075058</id><published>2009-03-17T15:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:30:47.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been bad...</title><content type='html'>with the blogging situation. I think writing for the whole month of February sucked my creative writing part of my brain totally dry. Not only have I been a little lazy with it but...our internet has been giving us issues lately. Whenever I'm in the mood to blog...it doesn't feel like working. I'm actually not home right now which is why I'm posting away. I'll post again this week with something more interesting. Promise. Here I leave you with pics of my beautiful little mermaid. Isn't she cute? (Thanks Titi Mary).  Shadows were drivng me crazy but she was telling me what to do. She demanded a photo shoot and I was all over it! (She posed her self, promise)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/ScAHgHUqf_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/wxFPjgg2oSk/s1600-h/_MG_1532.jpg+e"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/ScAHgHUqf_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/wxFPjgg2oSk/s400/_MG_1532.jpg+e" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314255808600113138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/ScAHfZjJJwI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fUMmbAvBcMg/s1600-h/_MG_1531.jpg+e"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/ScAHfZjJJwI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fUMmbAvBcMg/s400/_MG_1531.jpg+e" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314255796312811266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/ScAHepHELNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/SLJhoYzVBnM/s1600-h/_MG_1525.jpg+e"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/ScAHepHELNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/SLJhoYzVBnM/s400/_MG_1525.jpg+e" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314255783310142674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-4321033976968075058?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/4321033976968075058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=4321033976968075058&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4321033976968075058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4321033976968075058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-bad.html' title='I&apos;ve been bad...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/ScAHgHUqf_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/wxFPjgg2oSk/s72-c/_MG_1532.jpg+e' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-1708301096223000764</id><published>2009-03-08T00:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:04:14.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! 32 and loving it! I feel so blessed! I have had one awesome day and a half so far. I won't go into too much detail because I'm so tired but, it really was soo perfect. To start off, thanks to a very special person (you know who you are) that gifted me babysitting services for the weekend in order for me to have some me time which truly made a difference. I love you! So, my totally fantabulous husband started off the morning with his surprises. I was totally clueless what he had up his sleeve. He totally surprised me  with a couples pampering at The Setai Spa in Miami Beach. Talk about BEAUTIFUL! It was breath taking. Even if the massages totally would've sucked, which they didn't, the view and amenities would've made up for it...absolutely gorgeous. Thanks to "our people who know people" for making this possible. You totally hooked my man up. Check us out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNrqTVfUJI/AAAAAAAAAek/Rh7GNnC8QuY/s1600-h/_MG_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNrqTVfUJI/AAAAAAAAAek/Rh7GNnC8QuY/s400/_MG_1450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310706760089030802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNrriUoqoI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SUQMVBQfGwI/s1600-h/_MG_1470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNrriUoqoI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SUQMVBQfGwI/s400/_MG_1470.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310706781291850370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNrrXOGDtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/PWZTdmViUHw/s1600-h/_MG_1463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNqFNhLitI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QaCNXcV6h3U/s400/_MG_1492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310705023360666322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNqEhfcFEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qpcsDWHGw_Q/s1600-h/_MG_1483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNqEhfcFEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qpcsDWHGw_Q/s400/_MG_1483.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310705011542201410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNrqo01hxI/AAAAAAAAAes/Y3QW57BkMU4/s1600-h/_MG_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNrqo01hxI/AAAAAAAAAes/Y3QW57BkMU4/s400/_MG_1454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310706765857654546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNqGJcoZZI/AAAAAAAAAec/HQgkxtHE5Og/s1600-h/_MG_1499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNqGJcoZZI/AAAAAAAAAec/HQgkxtHE5Og/s400/_MG_1499.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310705039447713170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNqFx_yJQI/AAAAAAAAAeU/CCghpwZBS4s/s1600-h/_MG_1498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNqFx_yJQI/AAAAAAAAAeU/CCghpwZBS4s/s400/_MG_1498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310705033152701698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNqFVBYjlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/8o3Nd89sHa4/s1600-h/_MG_1495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNqFVBYjlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/8o3Nd89sHa4/s400/_MG_1495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310705025374785106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't want to leave but...the day had to go on. We went for lunch at The Knife at the Grove and just hung out the rest of the afternoon. It was perfect. No kids and a bunch of uninterrupted conversations and laughs. I love my children dearly but I so needed this time off...God knows!  Plus they were in good hands and didn't miss me at all. Well, I ended the day with my best friend Emily (sorry, no pics of that). She treated me to pizza at Sir Pizza which by the way has a new location off lejeune and 40th St (there pizza is so yummy).  We caught up on girl talk and laughed til we could barely breathe. I couldn't have asked for a better day! Tomorrow is another fun day in store for the birthday girl...I'm free til tonight so, I must take advantage! Thank you to all those who text or called to wish me a happy birthday. You all made me feel special! Tomorrow I'll post a pic of the awesome shoes my mom bought me. TOO COOL! Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-1708301096223000764?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/1708301096223000764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=1708301096223000764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1708301096223000764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1708301096223000764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNrqTVfUJI/AAAAAAAAAek/Rh7GNnC8QuY/s72-c/_MG_1450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-1232027202352045031</id><published>2009-03-05T22:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:09:35.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bethsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNTCe04byI/AAAAAAAAAd0/G9KcEgQYhhw/s1600-h/l_ca5666e5bfa6438e2e7c69f44b897203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNTCe04byI/AAAAAAAAAd0/G9KcEgQYhhw/s400/l_ca5666e5bfa6438e2e7c69f44b897203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310679687699656482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my darling sister. I hope you enjoyed your day and felt as special as you truly are. Thank you for being who you are and for loving me regardless of my faults. I admire you more than I tell you, and you still love me! That's just cool. Thank you for always being there for me (in every way) and for being such a caring and giving person (in every way). I look forward to our birthday celebrations together.  I will get more personal in the "butterfly" project I showed you. If I write it all out now...I'll lose journaling material. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-1232027202352045031?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/1232027202352045031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=1232027202352045031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1232027202352045031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1232027202352045031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-bethsy.html' title='Happy Birthday Bethsy'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SbNTCe04byI/AAAAAAAAAd0/G9KcEgQYhhw/s72-c/l_ca5666e5bfa6438e2e7c69f44b897203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3398154144704229288</id><published>2009-02-27T23:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:14:29.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#27 OLD HOME VIDEOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sa1Wgnz3NEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9ymNRMNCzJY/s1600-h/501128-22med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sa1Wgnz3NEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9ymNRMNCzJY/s400/501128-22med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308994654181995586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did today other than run around like a crazy lady? I was pleasently surprised by my dad with a home video taken almost 14 years ago. It was the actual moment where my dad surprised me with my very 1st car ever. He gave it to me on Christmas day 1995 at my grandma's house. I had no idea he had that on video. It was so exciting. I had forgotten so many details of that day. For instance, that I had to search the whole house for clues like a scavenger hunt. The final note said "this is where you wash clothes". At that time, the washer machine was in the garage in my grandma's house. So, I went into the garage looking for the next clue. The paper in the washer said "turn around" and there was my Honda CRX, right next to my aunts car (which was disguising it when I walked in the garage). That was such a special moment, the day of the video and watching it all over again. I cried in the video...and in real life. So many of my cousins, aunts, and uncles were in it. My mom had super long hair. My daddy's hair was so black! All my cutie patootie sis and my bro were there. My Oldest niece wasn't even a year old...she was so cute! It was so fun to watch. I tell you, this just motivated me to take more video of the kids. I take more picture of them than any human should be allowed but not much video and I know that they will appreciate if I do both. They will definetly have more pics than video though...sorry, that's just how it is! I encourage you to capture more of lifes special moments on video. A decade from now you will be so glad you did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3398154144704229288?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3398154144704229288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3398154144704229288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3398154144704229288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3398154144704229288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day27-old-home-videos.html' title='Love Day#27 OLD HOME VIDEOS'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sa1Wgnz3NEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9ymNRMNCzJY/s72-c/501128-22med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-93197162537900997</id><published>2009-02-26T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:41:39.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day #26 RANDOMNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sa1dtQH25rI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RyuoOptM3Qc/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sa1dtQH25rI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RyuoOptM3Qc/s400/Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309002567743104690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;-The smell of rain&lt;br /&gt;-My moms Pasteles &amp;amp; Alcapurria's&lt;br /&gt;-The way my daughter saves stuff for her dad&lt;br /&gt;-Florida's "cold" weather&lt;br /&gt;-The way my son speaks&lt;br /&gt;-Ferrero Rocher chocolates&lt;br /&gt;-When my children share what they've learned with me&lt;br /&gt;-That my daughter trust me&lt;br /&gt;-Shopping&lt;br /&gt;-Having money to shop&lt;br /&gt;-My nieces and nephew&lt;br /&gt;-Our new car&lt;br /&gt;-Our old van&lt;br /&gt;-Our Laptop&lt;br /&gt;-My girl friends&lt;br /&gt;-Paris Blues Jeans&lt;br /&gt;-Jeans that fit&lt;br /&gt;-My stomach (on my honeymoon)&lt;br /&gt;-My sons smile&lt;br /&gt;-Good hair days&lt;br /&gt;-A clean house&lt;br /&gt;-That my husband is neat&lt;br /&gt;-Teaching my sunday school class&lt;br /&gt;-My husbands cologne (kenneth cole BLACK)&lt;br /&gt;-Dancing with my kids&lt;br /&gt;-That my daughter likes to watch Rachel Ray and knows her by name&lt;br /&gt;-Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-93197162537900997?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/93197162537900997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=93197162537900997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/93197162537900997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/93197162537900997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day-26-randomness.html' title='Love Day #26 RANDOMNESS'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sa1dtQH25rI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RyuoOptM3Qc/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-8711990417782920001</id><published>2009-02-25T23:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:22:48.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#25 RASPBERRIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sabd0iQFDnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4rvtA8TuBtk/s1600-h/Raspberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sabd0iQFDnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4rvtA8TuBtk/s400/Raspberries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307173105519890034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy has been feeling a little funny today. Hoping it has nothing to do with what Alyssa has. Didn't really eat much today so I asked Irv to pick up some fruits on his way home. Mainly for Alyssa but, I REALLY wanted some raspberries. That is my absolute favorite fruit in the whole wide world (Strawberries second). They are soo yummy! Guess who else likes them? My kids. They like them as much as I do. That's good with the exception that they are so expensive and that little container doesn't bring much. So, guess what I do? I buy them and eat them in the car before I go in the house! lol! I know I'm horrible but I do save them a few. I buy strawberries and grapes all for them. They can have all those but if I walk in that house with my raspberries,  I have to split it 3 ways, and maybe 4 if Irv is home and well, 4 bucks for 6 raspberries...heck no! I'll stick to my sneaking around! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-8711990417782920001?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/8711990417782920001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=8711990417782920001&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8711990417782920001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8711990417782920001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day25-raspberries.html' title='Love Day#25 RASPBERRIES'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/Sabd0iQFDnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4rvtA8TuBtk/s72-c/Raspberries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3894661401583281817</id><published>2009-02-24T23:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:51:38.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#24 HEALTHY CHILDREN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTV4-xzveI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iKI9Ru3iygU/s1600-h/_MG_1332.jpg+bw"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTV4-xzveI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iKI9Ru3iygU/s400/_MG_1332.jpg+bw" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306601435850587618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long couple of days. Ms. Alyssa has been sick with what started off as a cold and ended up as a stomach virus of some sort. Sick kids usually mean long days and sleepless nights, and you all know how much I love my sleep. I'm tired but...I think it's almost over. She's kept her food down but still not eating much. Trying to keep her hydrated with plenty of liquids. Yesterday she had fever so I gave her some medicine. It gave her some energy. She shortly sat up and said "mom, I haven't watered my gandules and flowers". She got her little sick self up and went outside to water her little garden in her PJ's. It was the only time she actually got out of bed or off the sofa all day so i was happy to see her feeling a little better, even if it only lasted an hour or so.  I love my children, regardless if they are healthy or not. Healthy just makes my life easier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTbSpy118I/AAAAAAAAAcc/954isiX2g94/s1600-h/_MG_1349+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTbSpy118I/AAAAAAAAAcc/954isiX2g94/s400/_MG_1349+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306607374452512706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTbS44tZ_I/AAAAAAAAAck/mQVBudIa3V0/s1600-h/_MG_1350+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTbS44tZ_I/AAAAAAAAAck/mQVBudIa3V0/s400/_MG_1350+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306607378503657458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTbTHqblDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/k7iTzSXgj10/s1600-h/_MG_1352+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTbTHqblDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/k7iTzSXgj10/s400/_MG_1352+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306607382470300722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little man helping his sis with the gardening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTbTVxWyII/AAAAAAAAAc0/NPGwH_JEc5E/s1600-h/_MG_1354+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTbTVxWyII/AAAAAAAAAc0/NPGwH_JEc5E/s400/_MG_1354+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306607386257442946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little man taking over the gardening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTbTR10GgI/AAAAAAAAAc8/m5QpvUv1WFw/s1600-h/_MG_1359+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTbTR10GgI/AAAAAAAAAc8/m5QpvUv1WFw/s400/_MG_1359+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306607385202399746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3894661401583281817?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3894661401583281817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3894661401583281817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3894661401583281817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3894661401583281817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day24-healthy-children.html' title='Love Day#24 HEALTHY CHILDREN'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaTV4-xzveI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iKI9Ru3iygU/s72-c/_MG_1332.jpg+bw' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-6322512538324914654</id><published>2009-02-23T00:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:44:20.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATED DAYS 19-23</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I was missing in action...but I caught up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-6322512538324914654?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/6322512538324914654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=6322512538324914654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6322512538324914654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6322512538324914654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/updated-days-19-23.html' title='UPDATED DAYS 19-23'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-5858049512375483881</id><published>2009-02-23T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:39:47.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#23 MARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIt0EbH8mI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PU28yU9GXcE/s1600-h/IMG_2793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIt0EbH8mI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PU28yU9GXcE/s400/IMG_2793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305853683559821922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my biggest, I mean my eldest (I'm in trouble regardless how I put it) sister's birthday...Damaris aka "Mary". Happy Birthday My Love...&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you're you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you've changed.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you encourage me to give unselfishly (like our mom).&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you're fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you think of others.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you're always attempting to get our crazy family together.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you're so creative.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you're an awesome business woman.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you're so determined.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you dream big.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you put your family first.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you love my crazy little family.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you gave me Richard as a brother in law.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you encourage me to "shake it off".&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you get over my tantrums pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you respect me, even though I'm younger.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you're a faithful friend (I see it).&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you're 10 years older than me and that will always make me younger;)&lt;br /&gt;You're just fabulous! Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://scrapbookdui.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click here to visit her blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jacked that picture from her blog...taken by Suzie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-5858049512375483881?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/5858049512375483881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=5858049512375483881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/5858049512375483881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/5858049512375483881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day23-mary.html' title='Love Day#23 MARY'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIt0EbH8mI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PU28yU9GXcE/s72-c/IMG_2793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-9057760597659120188</id><published>2009-02-22T13:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:41:54.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#22 MY SLEEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaI3GyP31MI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Fyb4ZZNAi-Y/s1600-h/sleeping-daily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaI3GyP31MI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Fyb4ZZNAi-Y/s400/sleeping-daily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305863900702954690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, all who know me well know that about me. I love to sleep in! If I were a teenager again, I so would sleep in til 11:00 am...que rico! Don't know if that makes me a loser or not but whatever, it's not like I can do that anymore. God gave me kids and corrected that little bad habit of mine. Whenever I do get to sleep in, I feel so guilty about it and think about what I could've accomplished with those couple extra hours. There's just no winning with me. I'll have my time again when the kids are older, Irv's retired, and my hip replacement is healing (that way I won't feel guilty)! Any other lazy butts out there? Don't leave me all alone...there have to be more of us! Everyone can't wake up at the crack of dawn with the roosters like my mom, dad, bro, and sisters! Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-9057760597659120188?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/9057760597659120188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=9057760597659120188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/9057760597659120188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/9057760597659120188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day22-my-sleep.html' title='Love Day#22 MY SLEEP'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaI3GyP31MI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Fyb4ZZNAi-Y/s72-c/sleeping-daily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-2215448143059608924</id><published>2009-02-21T09:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:27:40.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#21 AMERICAN IDOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIy6fS-NUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VeT4K2GTzu4/s1600-h/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIy6fS-NUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VeT4K2GTzu4/s400/281x211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305859291410740546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon to pick a favorite, but I just like watching. Well, maybe not...I think I do have a favorite, Danny Gokey. Like his voice and yeah, I fell for the whole wife dying thing. Very sad and well...he's also a cutie. Let's see what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIzlQUSIqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fA2HDeHF9HI/s1600-h/44850220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIzlQUSIqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fA2HDeHF9HI/s400/44850220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305860026124083874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your favorite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-2215448143059608924?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/2215448143059608924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=2215448143059608924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2215448143059608924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2215448143059608924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day21-american-idol.html' title='Love Day#21 AMERICAN IDOL'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIy6fS-NUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VeT4K2GTzu4/s72-c/281x211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3667239341944438643</id><published>2009-02-20T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:57:54.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#20 GARY SMALLEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaImkbjePzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7w6f7L25r88/s1600-h/pic_lg_Smalley_Gary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaImkbjePzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7w6f7L25r88/s400/pic_lg_Smalley_Gary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305845718309551922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So who the heck is this" is probably what you're wondering. This here my friends is Dr. Gary Smalley,  my favorite author and speaker on family relationships. I came to know about this wonderful man many, many years ago, while visiting a christian book store with my hubby (don't remember if we were married yet). We were looking for some sort of daily couples devotional book and came across 2 very interesting books: "For Better or for Best" (Understanding your Husband)  and "If He only Knew" (Understanding your wife). They were two very semi-thin paper back books that I felt I could definitely invest some time in (wasn't much of a reader back then). That book was so interesting to me, I read it in 2 days. I loved it, it basically helped me understand  my man a little more. Why he does, or doesn't do the things he does, or doesn't do. It also gave me an insight on how my actions can affect him. I really loved it. From there, I've been a fan. We've read many other books and actually use one of his first couples study material called "Making Love Last Forever" with the married couples at our church. I just really like how he breaks it down. He's real and most important he ties it all to our relationship with the Lord which ultimately should be the foundation of a marriage. If you're interested in seeing more of his materials click &lt;a href="http://www.smalleyonline.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Anyways, just wanted to share a little about some of my readings. My favorite topic to read on: Marriage, motherhood, and photography. In case you were curious...hee-hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3667239341944438643?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3667239341944438643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3667239341944438643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3667239341944438643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3667239341944438643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day20-gary-smalley.html' title='Love Day#20 GARY SMALLEY'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaImkbjePzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7w6f7L25r88/s72-c/pic_lg_Smalley_Gary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-9022780313598260845</id><published>2009-02-19T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:19:57.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#19 COCA COLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIi-H68s4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/LJJyvKZm5D4/s1600-h/coca-cola_logo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIi-H68s4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/LJJyvKZm5D4/s400/coca-cola_logo5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305841761669395330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to say? There's nothing like it! I really got hooked with my first pregnancy. I would get so sick and the only thing that would make it go away was a little bit of coke. My daughter came out just fine so no need to send me any "are you crazy" messages. I love coke so much, I don't keep any in my house. It wouldn't last more than a day. I only treat myself when I go out and lately not even cause I know it's not the best thing for me but...it sure is the best bad thing for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-9022780313598260845?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/9022780313598260845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=9022780313598260845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/9022780313598260845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/9022780313598260845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day19-coca-cola.html' title='Love Day#19 COCA COLA'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SaIi-H68s4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/LJJyvKZm5D4/s72-c/coca-cola_logo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-8206826027457995364</id><published>2009-02-18T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:05:08.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#18 HOT BATHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZ2fQnmBSgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7OSbuXQ3v0k/s1600-h/bath-feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZ2fQnmBSgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7OSbuXQ3v0k/s400/bath-feet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304571043967486466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is serious for me. I LOVE BURNING HOT BATHS! It's my little getaway from it all. I usually take my baths late in the evening to help me relax. Most of the time my kids are tucked in bed, watching a movie, or under dad's watch. It's my favorite me time ever. I take more baths then showers. Even when I'm short on time I try and squeeze that bath in there, however if I'm really short on time, I'll take a quick shower and sometimes another bath at night. I told you it's serious.  It's just soo relaxing and breath taking and soo...ooow aaaw-ish. We redid our master bath a couple years back and my hubby got a whirl pool, just for me, cause he knows it would be put to use. Its deep and just perfect. Que rico...wish I could take a bath right now but it's the middle of the day and that's so not happening. Are you a shower or bath person? It really doesn't matter, as long as you wash often, I'm just curious;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-8206826027457995364?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/8206826027457995364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=8206826027457995364&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8206826027457995364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8206826027457995364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day18-hot-baths.html' title='Love Day#18 HOT BATHS'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZ2fQnmBSgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7OSbuXQ3v0k/s72-c/bath-feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-8085579724966015451</id><published>2009-02-17T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:28:47.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#17 PENNE RUSTICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZ2IfMjHwiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/IsbJ0fEbnw4/s1600-h/6566689_348b8bb352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZ2IfMjHwiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/IsbJ0fEbnw4/s400/6566689_348b8bb352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304546005638169122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS PLATE! It is my ultimate favorite of all! Italian is not my favorite dish but this Macaroni Grill plate is out of this world. When it comes to Pasta I'm a white saucey type of girl, not crazy about marinara but  I'll eat it. Why do I do this to myself? I'm not going anytime soon and I'm not only writing about it but searching thru pictures of it. My stomach is burping (as Alyssa would put it, lol gotta love her)! Anyone had it before? What's your favorite restaraunt meal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-8085579724966015451?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/8085579724966015451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=8085579724966015451&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8085579724966015451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8085579724966015451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day16-penne-rustica.html' title='Love Day#17 PENNE RUSTICA'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZ2IfMjHwiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/IsbJ0fEbnw4/s72-c/6566689_348b8bb352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-2153042519454127206</id><published>2009-02-16T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:27:52.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#16 DAYS OFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZ2NOGmhhhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/T2zJ115lKCY/s1600-h/_MG_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZ2NOGmhhhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/T2zJ115lKCY/s400/_MG_1200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304551209542190610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when my hubby has the day off. Regardless of the reason, it's a holiday for me. Love the idea of knowing he could sleep in a little longer. Love knowing he won't lose two hours of his day stuck in traffic. Love the idea that I get to have adult conversation with him, longer than 15 minutes, before 6:00 pm. Love hearing him run around the house playing "tagget...your it" with Caleb. Love seeing him find a new spot to hide from the kids during hide and seek (he's getting really good with that, I have a hard time finding him sometimes). I, we, just love it when he's home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-2153042519454127206?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/2153042519454127206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=2153042519454127206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2153042519454127206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2153042519454127206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day16-days-off.html' title='Love Day#16 DAYS OFF'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZ2NOGmhhhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/T2zJ115lKCY/s72-c/_MG_1200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-6678145586425094383</id><published>2009-02-15T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:29:53.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#15 FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_oxG5S9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/lc4WDlHkDEY/s1600-h/_MG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_oxG5S9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/lc4WDlHkDEY/s400/_MG_1196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832587024288722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family. Regardless of our ups and downs and emotional outburst...I know we love each other. Coming from a family of 7 (Dad, Mom, 4 gals, and 1 guy) there are a lot of disagreements, misunderstandings, hurt feelings and all that stuff but, I must say that there are a lot of great memories...like this weekend. My aunt, her hubby, some cousins, and their kids joined us on this weekend and we really had a nice time. On saturday (Valentines day) we did a little hanging around on the land, some driving around, and at night went to a carnival (no, not the fair I mentioned before...we missed it again). The kids were able to get on some rides and let out some of that energy. They had fun and the grown ups had fun watching them.  My sis &lt;a href="http://scrapbookdui.blogspot.com"&gt;Damaris&lt;/a&gt;   gave all the kids a valentines shirt that said "LOVE" on it and they all wore them all day long. Very cute. All in all, it was a very cool way to spend valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_oe3DHbI/AAAAAAAAAZU/W1Qhqf_IfTQ/s1600-h/_MG_1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_oe3DHbI/AAAAAAAAAZU/W1Qhqf_IfTQ/s400/_MG_1246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832582125985202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsFo_vvPyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ll4n7KT9k3w/s1600-h/_MG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsFo_vvPyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ll4n7KT9k3w/s400/_MG_1264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303839188023459618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsFppgPTSI/AAAAAAAAAac/CA_xqgqY4EU/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsFppgPTSI/AAAAAAAAAac/CA_xqgqY4EU/s400/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303839199232740642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsFpQZ2sDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/JoFJmn8sxjQ/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsFpQZ2sDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/JoFJmn8sxjQ/s400/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303839192495075378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsFpExx21I/AAAAAAAAAaM/ynAHWPXNIz0/s1600-h/_MG_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsFpExx21I/AAAAAAAAAaM/ynAHWPXNIz0/s400/_MG_1244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303839189374196562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling family (this goes for siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, inlaws, and anyone else who feels like family). , I love you all very much. We may not have a "perfect" family but I sure am proud to have you all in mine. You all bring joy to my life in one way or another. You have all helped me become who I am in one way or another. I thank you all for loving me and being a part of my life. I love you more than I might say. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsIJZkQQSI/AAAAAAAAAak/ZdE1QMB6Kqc/s1600-h/_MG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsIJZkQQSI/AAAAAAAAAak/ZdE1QMB6Kqc/s400/_MG_1229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303841943733682466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_pSDFyEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/f4qj-pHjhzE/s1600-h/_MG_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_pSDFyEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/f4qj-pHjhzE/s400/_MG_1227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832595866699842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_pFbcG1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/wvNMNfMJl1M/s1600-h/_MG_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_pFbcG1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/wvNMNfMJl1M/s400/_MG_1185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832592479165266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_ov6YqGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Mg1EWCbTRRM/s1600-h/_MG_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_ov6YqGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Mg1EWCbTRRM/s400/_MG_1194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832586703382626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsJ96mWKpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iPIXYp6dgVg/s1600-h/_MG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsJ96mWKpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iPIXYp6dgVg/s400/_MG_1228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303843945465653906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsJ9bdE08I/AAAAAAAAAas/DRKJRmZUdHI/s1600-h/_MG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZsJ9bdE08I/AAAAAAAAAas/DRKJRmZUdHI/s400/_MG_1205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303843937105269698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-6678145586425094383?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/6678145586425094383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=6678145586425094383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6678145586425094383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6678145586425094383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day15-family.html' title='Love Day#15 FAMILY'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZr_oxG5S9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/lc4WDlHkDEY/s72-c/_MG_1196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-6751712043735052471</id><published>2009-02-14T11:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:39:47.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#14 GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZrpg4HOKKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/13bloqPHwJo/s1600-h/praise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZrpg4HOKKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/13bloqPHwJo/s400/praise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303808262209939618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is Valentines Day and believe it or not I thought this out very well from day one. Day one I posted about my hubby and how much I love him. So, today you might think I'm going to write about him again...I are not. Today is a day many people choose to express their love to one another and  attempt to make them feel special (good luck to everyone out there). I don't necessarily knock that. I love it when people are nice and love each other, however, I don't think it should be the ONLY day for that, especially to those we truly love so side note here: show the love all year long. K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today I dedicate this post to the one who is love. To the one who loves me regardless of how unfaithful and imperfect I am. To the one who gave me the life that I have and the ability to love. The one who gave his life for me so that I can have eternal life.  The one who created the heavens and the earth and all in between. To GOD.  He is my reason for living. My reason to better myself and be the best I can be so that I can be a living testament to his love, and mercy. He's bigger than my words can ever paint him out to be. I love you...with all my heart, my soul, my mind. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love the Lord your God with all your heart, your soul, and all your mind.&lt;/span&gt; Mathew 22:37&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-6751712043735052471?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/6751712043735052471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=6751712043735052471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6751712043735052471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6751712043735052471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day11-god.html' title='Love Day#14 GOD'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZrpg4HOKKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/13bloqPHwJo/s72-c/praise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3859815925288731574</id><published>2009-02-13T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:21:58.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#13 MASSAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZrgMfpq6KI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zKFrYPFqoEI/s1600-h/massage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZrgMfpq6KI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zKFrYPFqoEI/s320/massage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303798016441510050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MASSAGES! But in particular my husband's massages. In my book he truly gives the best massages. He went to school for it back in the days when we were youngens. It's not his full time job (he's a financial specialists) but he gets a client call every now and again to remove some knots from here and there. It's just the pressure he applies is just perfect! He's taken me to get massages for special ocassions at really nice and well known spa's and although they felt good they did not live up to his. Maybe it's because I like Super Deep Tissue massages. I'm not one of those "sobame" chicks". I want to feel it! Now, it doesn't mean he's like that with everyone. He usually establishes the amount of pressure each client wants. Now, to answer your question, I don't get a massage everyday, nor every other day, nor every week for that matter. Lets just say every now and then. Now, on special occassions he'll take out his massage table and it's on! I'm asleep for at least an hour! Woohoo, my birthday is coming up soon. I must put in a special request! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling kinda sick today. Got to my parents land around 11:00 pm last night. My parents were waiting up for us, they headed up at the beginning of the week. We didn't sleep out in the tents today. My parents had our beds ready in the RV they have there. I must say, I did not have a good night. I got fever and felt so disoriented during my sleep. Thank God it was nice and cool, that part was great! I REALLY need a massage from hubby but I won't bring it up because he's not feeling to hot himself and might ask me for one...I HATE GIVING MASSAGES! (Shh, don't tell him).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3859815925288731574?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3859815925288731574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3859815925288731574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3859815925288731574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3859815925288731574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day13-massage.html' title='Love Day#13 MASSAGE'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZrgMfpq6KI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zKFrYPFqoEI/s72-c/massage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-7530211691314401144</id><published>2009-02-12T19:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:04:41.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#12 CAMPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZTD774l14I/AAAAAAAAAYg/5F5brkzchcA/s1600-h/_MG_9261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZTD774l14I/AAAAAAAAAYg/5F5brkzchcA/s400/_MG_9261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302078095776667522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there beautiful people. I hope you have all had a great day thus far. I however have been running after my nose all day. I've got a cold :( It has not kept me from doing what I had to do, like packing for 3 (hubby does his own packing). We're leaving camping for the weekend at my parents land in Clewiston (yay). As I've mentioned before, I love going there. It's so relaxing and just different from the norm. We are actually trying to make it to a small town fair that they have every year. We've been looking forward to it for a couple years now but, missed it last year so...we're gonna try it again. My parents neighbors in Clewiston have a small farm and some of their animals will be competing so it makes it even more interesting for us and the kids. They (the neighbors) let the kids feed the animals during their feeding time and well, you can imagine how they just love that. Can't wait. I feel horrible but I'm still excited. So, with all this said I must excuse my absence from the blogging world for the next couple of days. I'll be writing out my thought and "my loves" but won't be posting again til sunday night, monday the latest so...don't miss me to much. Hope you all have a wonderful Valentines Day! (All pics of our last camping trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZTD7p3ahFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oGrBHcn6fdQ/s1600-h/_MG_9168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZTD7p3ahFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oGrBHcn6fdQ/s400/_MG_9168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302078090939892818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZTD7DOufAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/N4CaxT-0SzE/s1600-h/_MG_9160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZTD7DOufAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/N4CaxT-0SzE/s400/_MG_9160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302078080568687618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZTD7ToiKAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/O2XpkbCL1JE/s1600-h/_MG_9396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZTD7ToiKAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/O2XpkbCL1JE/s400/_MG_9396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302078084971898882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-7530211691314401144?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/7530211691314401144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=7530211691314401144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7530211691314401144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7530211691314401144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day12-camping.html' title='Love Day#12 CAMPING'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZTD774l14I/AAAAAAAAAYg/5F5brkzchcA/s72-c/_MG_9261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3808711126374456386</id><published>2009-02-11T09:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:41:26.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#11 FEELING PRETTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZL97gTbixI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JgWw0iA6EW0/s1600-h/_MG_8811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZL97gTbixI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JgWw0iA6EW0/s400/_MG_8811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301578910094035730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love what I do. I love seeing how a family or person goes from being a little shy and somewhat uncomfortable in front of the camera to totally enjoying it, posing, and asking "what about one like this"? It makes my day and I feel like I've done my job. However, what I love even more is when WOMEN fall in love with their own shot. Not the hubby's or the kids, but themselves. I get such joy when I hear them say, "OMG, I love this picture of me". Maybe it's because I'm a woman myself and I know how critical we can be of ourselves. "Look at my hair, my brows, my nose, MY FACE", while everyone else is saying how nice we look. While I was working on my portfolio (still adding to it actually), I liked to target people who don't like to take pictures. It was a bit challenging but, I did it for a reason. I want to show people that we can all be photogenic. EVERYONE. I use to be one of those people who did not like how I came out in photos. Hated them. Now, I don't mind a picture or two. Actually, I would love to be in pictures, but most of the time I'm behind the camera. I try and get a shot of me every now and then but anyways, that's another post. I feel that my attitude towards pictures changed because I learned how to pose. We all have our problem area, whether it be our nose, thighs, skin, hair...whatever, most of us have it. Now, there are ways for minimizing those areas so that it is not the first thing you see when you look at that photo. I had to figure it out the hard way...by taking pictures of myself. It was all trial and error, but I figured how to work with my problem area. Many times we think we're minimizing by hiding it, and it just makes it more obvious. For instance, big thighs-wearing baggy clothes, teeth-not smiling, skin-too much make-up. All these things just draw more attention to that area. Just understand, whatever it may be...you can still look great in a photo. Life is too short and precious for us beautiful women to be hiding behind a camera all the time because we think we don't look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZL97_2bIzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JiWdmRQvIWg/s1600-h/_MG_9805_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZL97_2bIzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JiWdmRQvIWg/s400/_MG_9805_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301578918562308914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZL979kELKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UAUHikmifjw/s1600-h/_MG_0968_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZL979kELKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UAUHikmifjw/s400/_MG_0968_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301578917948435618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with a photo tip that I like to share with my family and friends. When someone is taking a picture of you, especially a close up, do not look at the camera straight on. It makes your face look flat and wide, your face loses some dimension. Angle your face slightly, left or right, doesn't matter. Notice I said slightly, don't give them just one side of your face. Hope that helps. I promise to elaborate more on this in a future post (not in february). Now go take some pictures ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3808711126374456386?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3808711126374456386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3808711126374456386&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3808711126374456386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3808711126374456386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day11-feeling-pretty.html' title='Love Day#11 FEELING PRETTY'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZL97gTbixI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JgWw0iA6EW0/s72-c/_MG_8811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3067785245934006041</id><published>2009-02-10T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:29:59.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#10 Whatchamacallit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZLuc5pDc-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/eHfi8UyExQk/s1600-h/6a00d8341c858253ef00e54f4094c08834-640wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZLuc5pDc-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/eHfi8UyExQk/s400/6a00d8341c858253ef00e54f4094c08834-640wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301561891645256674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! My favorite candy bar ever! It's the whatchamacallit. Yum, I love it! This Peanut-Flavor Crisp candy topped with a layer of caramel and dipped in chocolate has a name and a taste that's hard to forget! That is straight out Hershey's advertisement. I remember when they use to make it without caramel, it was still my favorite. Almost gave it up because they added the caramel (1987...yes I looked it up) but...I got use to it. Ever had one? Can you believe a lot of people have never heard of it? Maybe its just the young generation, like my nephew. He thought I was pulling his leg when I told him that was my favorite candy bar. He eventually believed me and guess what he did? That very weekend, he went to the store and bought one for himself and one for his cutie patootie titi (that would be me)! Isn't that cute? Well, he likes it too, but don't think its his favorite. So...what's your favorite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZLucq1FstI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZSKEgnznCb4/s1600-h/2277906833_dd288c6554_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZLucq1FstI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZSKEgnznCb4/s400/2277906833_dd288c6554_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301561887669203666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3067785245934006041?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3067785245934006041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3067785245934006041&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3067785245934006041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3067785245934006041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day10-whatchamacallit.html' title='Love Day#10 Whatchamacallit'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZLuc5pDc-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/eHfi8UyExQk/s72-c/6a00d8341c858253ef00e54f4094c08834-640wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-986331495726027365</id><published>2009-02-09T17:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:54:17.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#9 MY PARENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCzEGJGbwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3me5vE4OJNM/s1600-h/_MG_9333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCzEGJGbwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3me5vE4OJNM/s400/_MG_9333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300933644364705538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say enough about those two. What I feel for them cannot be described by just "LOVE". I saw them today for a few hours (should've been just a few minutes but there is no such thing as drive by visits and the abuelos house). Mom insisted we went in because Caleb was thirsty. Forget it, within 5 minutes of me being there she had offered me a sandwich, soup, soda, coffee, and I don't remember what else. That's my mom for ya! Dad automatically takes me to the backyard to show me his newest Orchid that  is growing in his collection and to ask me some questions about his computer. I love going over there. Now that they are retired we're at a different level in our relationship, and I love it! I admire them in so many different ways and I pray that God allow me many many many more years with them, and them with us. Dad is at that stage where he wants to talk about the "unexpected" if you know what I mean and well, you know none of us want to hear about that but I just take it as he wants us to be well informed of his assets. He's so cute. Me being the joker that I am, it's hard to have a strictly serious conversation and well, when he's talking about that "stuff" he doesn't react well to my humor but whatever...I'm still silly. That's how I break the tension, as I've mentioned before.  I'm looking forward to the weekend. We'll be going to their land and I always enjoy those moments. Bonding with them. Watching them bond with the kids. Laughing with them. Watching them laugh with the kids. Fighting with them. Watching and laughing them as they fight with the kids. It's priceless I tell you...priceless! I just LOVE those two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both top and bottom photo from our last family "camping" trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCzm35TMTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pTM_Jeey3xA/s1600-h/_MG_9390_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;"src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCzm35TMTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pTM_Jeey3xA/s400/_MG_9390_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300934241835757874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-986331495726027365?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/986331495726027365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=986331495726027365&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/986331495726027365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/986331495726027365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day9-my-parents.html' title='Love Day#9 MY PARENTS'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCzEGJGbwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3me5vE4OJNM/s72-c/_MG_9333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-6858442113561603494</id><published>2009-02-08T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:24:11.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#8 Cold Stone Monkey Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCloXNOWHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Uqk74_OzJKM/s1600-h/monkey_sm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCloXNOWHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Uqk74_OzJKM/s400/monkey_sm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300918874257905778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY! They don't actually have it on the menu anymore but I have the ingredients memorized and my hubby and I still order it! It's sooooo good! Just had some friday night and I really wish I could have some now but...ain't gonna happen so I'll just relive the memory! So tell me peeps, what's your favorite Cold Stone or any other ice cream flavor for that matter? Oh, just in case your curious here's what's in the monkey bite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;Banana's &lt;br /&gt;Nestle Crunch pieces&lt;br /&gt;Shredded Coconut&lt;br /&gt;Almonds (orginally came with walnuts but, don't like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Rico!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-6858442113561603494?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/6858442113561603494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=6858442113561603494&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6858442113561603494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6858442113561603494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day8-cold-stone-monkey-bite.html' title='Love Day#8 Cold Stone Monkey Bite'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCloXNOWHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Uqk74_OzJKM/s72-c/monkey_sm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3093816108172697232</id><published>2009-02-07T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:23:15.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#7 ALONE TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCr8C3TcyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/b9wq38JGyyQ/s1600-h/_MG_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCr8C3TcyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/b9wq38JGyyQ/s400/_MG_1171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300925809464406818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my alone time. Problem is...I don't get much of it but, when I get it I'm in heaven. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids however, they can drive me wild sometimes. Lately has been a little rough for me. I recently went to the doctors because I was getting very dizzy. Little by little it was getting worse and nausea was added to the symptoms. I don't do well with nausea. So, decided after 2 weeks of that, it was time to go to the doctor. To make a long story short, I have Vertigo. Doesn't that sound like a  cell phone company? Or a club? Or even a drink? Anyways, I'm not dying or anything. I need to some exercises that will help me with my balance and I have to take some medication that makes me sooooo drowsy, even if I take it at night. It rolls over to the next day and that just really isn't good for me. I'm home with my kids all day and well, naps aren't possible. Pretty much, this sucks. This dizziness, nausea, and now problems focusing well is taking a toll on me, but I'm trying to hang in there! So, all that to emphasize on my alone time, or lack of it. I could really use a couple days off from my normal routine. For now, quick trips to the restroom, my sacred baths at night, and bedtime will have to do! My day will come! Pray for my kids safety! lol...til tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of me taken by...me! Gotta love self timers. "Is she really using the toilet?" I guess you'll never know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3093816108172697232?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3093816108172697232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3093816108172697232&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3093816108172697232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3093816108172697232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day7-alone-time.html' title='Love Day#7 ALONE TIME'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SZCr8C3TcyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/b9wq38JGyyQ/s72-c/_MG_1171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-5869317422309070436</id><published>2009-02-06T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:23:01.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#6 FIREPROOF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SY0oeeOaYTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Dp0vviqZ8Hw/s1600-h/6a00e5510dc3dd8833010534e29832970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SY0oeeOaYTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Dp0vviqZ8Hw/s400/6a00e5510dc3dd8833010534e29832970c-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299936840459641138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my hubby and I got to see Fireproof tonight. We had been wanting to see it since it came out in the theaters but it just never happened. We heard very good things about the movie and were really looking forward to watching it so when we heard that the youth group at our church was going to be watching it tonight, it was perfect. I really, really, really liked it. Oh wait, it's love month...I LOVED IT! Really, I did. There were some very touching moments in it. I tried really hard not to cry. I was trying to be tough, but, I'm a girl. I cried. Guess who else cried? No, not Irving...Alyssa! It was so cute. Irv kept checking to see if I was crying, he always does that whenever there's a touching moment in a movie, and for the record yes, I usually am crying. There was this one scene where I was trying really hard not to cry, and he turned towards me and asked me "are you crying" and I said "nope"...cause I wasn't. Then, we saw Alyssa wipe her cheek (she was sitting between us). We both looked at her and she said "What? Water's coming out my eye. I'm serious. For real". It was so funny. As if she was trying to hide it or something. That's the second time this week my little 5 year old gets emotional while watching tv/movies. That girly emotional side of her is waking up. How cute. Anyways, back to the movie. It was really good. If you haven't seen it yet, go rent it, awesome message. It's about a couple that's about to get a divorce but with the guidance and advice of certain people in their lives, one of them attempts to give it one last chance. It also encourages a relationship with God which I think is key in a marriage. And that's all I'm going to say in case you haven't seen it yet. Great family movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a little piece of my day. Honestly, I feel like I spent my whole day in the Dermatologist office today. Well, I mean by the time I got the kids ready, fed them, drove to the office, waited a little over an hour in the waiting area and then another little while in the actual room, and drove back home....it was already 4:15 pm. Alyssa and I were soo tired. I attempted to nap but Caleb was not sleepy what so ever. He kept coming in the room to make sure I was awake...little booger. I really wanted to sleep. But all in all, it was a good day. They behaved so well at the office. Kids will be kids but for the most part, so well behaved! Every now and then (after about 45 minutes of waiting) they would say, "Is it our turn yet? This is boring!" They just voiced out my thoughts, lol. The appointment was for Alyssa. We're trying to figure out what is causing some rough itchy patches on her legs. We've been dealing with this since september with her pediatrician but finally were referred to the Dermatologist. He says he wants to try and treat it with some medicine for 2 weeks before doing a biopsy. Don't know what that entails but I know he really doesn't want to go that route so, I'll be praying and applying the cream as directed. This is it for now, hope you all have a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-5869317422309070436?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/5869317422309070436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=5869317422309070436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/5869317422309070436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/5869317422309070436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day6-fireproof.html' title='Love Day#6 FIREPROOF'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SY0oeeOaYTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Dp0vviqZ8Hw/s72-c/6a00e5510dc3dd8833010534e29832970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3897986698871513935</id><published>2009-02-05T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:50:55.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#5 Sincerity</title><content type='html'>To be free of deceit, hypocrisy, or falseness. To be genuine. To be pure. Yup, that pretty much sums it up.  I love and appreciate when people are sincere. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it's edifying. Sometimes it's liberating. Sometimes it's silly. Sometimes it's surprising. Sometimes it's humorous.  Regardless, I love it. I feel valued to know that someone took the time to be real with me. Actually, I feel special to know that they trust me enough to say "you know what, I know we're cool, that's why I need to be honest with you". Now, don't get me wrong, there have been moments where people have "shared" things with me that have left me with the "No you just didn't say that" taste in my mouth. I'd call that type of sharing something else, not sincerity. But I won't spend too much time on negative stuff because...it's love month, and I want to share the love if you know what I'm saying. So yeah, not only do I like it when others are sincere with me, I love being sincere with others. When I share with others, I want it to be free of deceit, hypocrisy, falseness. I want my words to be genuine and pure. That's my intent whenever I open my mouth to speak. Notice I said INTENT. Sometimes, I allow stress to get the best of me and BLAH! Whoa, there it went. Most of the time I catch myself and apologize, but this part here is totally off the topic and I'm still paying my therapist for these sessions (lol, that there be a joke). Man, it's hard to be serious sometimes. Where was I going with all of this?  Ah yes. I was about to thank all those sincere people who do so to better a situation, or maybe a relationship. All those who's true intent is to edify or restore. All those who do it in love. Thank you. Seriously, Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there you have it. I never knew my little ole blog could be so amusing to so many of my friends and family but guess what? It is! I've gotten several emails asking me when I was going to post todays  "love post". How special is that? Also, I have been told that I went from loving on my hubby and kids, then my camera? Hello! Don't you people know me? It's hard for me to be serious for to long. I need humor to break the tension. PLUS! I said in the bottom of my first love post that I would be sharing more "serious, silly, and random love stuff". Come on people, stay with me here! Lets keep up. From the looks of it my audience likes the mooshy and sentimental stuff so, I'll try and post more of those but, they can't all be mooshy. Too much moosh is just...mooshy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT! Shout out to my little niece Ms. Evelyn! Today is her 8th Bday. She is in Orlando celebrating with Mickey so you know she's not missing us one bit! I love you Eveliny! Thank you for being the most entertaining little girl in my life. I wish you love, joy, and health today and always. God Bless you mamasita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYT60rYTI/AAAAAAAAACo/c0_30m_tRgw/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208228593308229938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYT60rYTI/AAAAAAAAACo/c0_30m_tRgw/s400/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3897986698871513935?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3897986698871513935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3897986698871513935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3897986698871513935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3897986698871513935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day5-sincerity.html' title='Love Day#5 Sincerity'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYT60rYTI/AAAAAAAAACo/c0_30m_tRgw/s72-c/IMG_1734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-6474252461698651483</id><published>2009-02-04T13:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:18:03.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#4 MY CAMERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYpLI1ByQ1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/1A58Cr1FVsA/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYpLI1ByQ1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/1A58Cr1FVsA/s400/image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299130526600414034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Photo taken by Tio Gus. (Thanks Man!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been so good to me! I've learned so much with you. You were given to me because of my passion and interest in taking pictures but now, it's so much more than that. I Love that you're always around...in my learning process, while chilling with the kids and hubby, special and important occasions, and the "real deal"...photo shoots! You are so faithful and perform excellent under pressure. I love how you're so easy to get along with (easy to use). Because of this, I'm dedicated to your family girl (I'm a Canon girl!). You're just the bomb, and I'm not the only one who thinks so either...my friends and family like you too! We definetly have one thing in common...pictures of us are very rare (I had to hunt this one down)! We're always capturing the moments, but at least we're together! I love you girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-6474252461698651483?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/6474252461698651483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=6474252461698651483&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6474252461698651483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6474252461698651483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-day4-my-camera.html' title='Love Day#4 MY CAMERA'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYpLI1ByQ1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/1A58Cr1FVsA/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-5530994426431623314</id><published>2009-02-03T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:57:51.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#3 CALEB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYnke27rn4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/J37QeKUPwtM/s1600-h/_MG_7638+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYnke27rn4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/J37QeKUPwtM/s400/_MG_7638+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299017655371145090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Isn't this a perfect McDonalds ad?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your little boy accent (comeo-come here, Alitha-Alyssa, thoop-soup, Ding-thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your random hugs, kisses, and "mommy, I love you's".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you dress yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you never leave the house without a cap...that matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you recite the "Larry Boy" cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you think praying for your meal is only necessary when the food is hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you annoy your sister by repeating everything she says (you're good at that game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you go to sleep early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you play with cars and trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how your respond to "You're so cute" or "You're so silly"..(I'm not silly, I'm Caleb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you play with Jayla and Crystal (Alyssa's imaginary friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you laugh when Papi tickles you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you want to be a football player when you grow up (because that's what Papi watches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you protect your sister..."You don't hit my sister!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you like to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your special request for your red pillow and daygo (diego) blankie when you want to chill on the couch and watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LITTLE MAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-5530994426431623314?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/5530994426431623314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=5530994426431623314&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/5530994426431623314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/5530994426431623314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/caleb.html' title='Love Day#3 CALEB'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYnke27rn4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/J37QeKUPwtM/s72-c/_MG_7638+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-2685663960803103796</id><published>2009-02-02T10:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:13:18.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day#2 ALYSSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYnG8XdpzlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JGRWOqYiod0/s1600-h/_MG_7390+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYnG8XdpzlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JGRWOqYiod0/s400/_MG_7390+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985176970939986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you pose for me when I want to take a picure of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you make up songs when you're playing alone in your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you take care of your brother (most of the time...lol).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love how you adore your Papi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the words you make up to call people when your upset (meaner, ruder, whatever with you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you love going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your make pretend friends (Jayla &amp; Crystal, they're family already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you're crafty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you enjoy being with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you like to help me around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your sense of style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your love for gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you like watching the discovery channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love each and every hug and kiss you give me. Can't get enough of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile (even more now that you have a missing tooth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST LOVE IT ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-2685663960803103796?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/2685663960803103796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=2685663960803103796&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2685663960803103796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2685663960803103796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/alyssa.html' title='Love Day#2 ALYSSA'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYnG8XdpzlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JGRWOqYiod0/s72-c/_MG_7390+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-1543885906511160291</id><published>2009-02-01T22:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:20:19.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYm-cMt4TrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/r2Yxt2WJwTA/s1600-h/IMG_8125+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298975828237373106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYm-cMt4TrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/r2Yxt2WJwTA/s400/IMG_8125+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Well, I'm in love 24-7, 365. With someone or something for that matter. My hubby, kids, family, photo, camera gadgets, tv shows, shoes, ideas...SOMETHING. I actually use the expression "I love it" at least once a day. For real, I do. Anyways, I decided to try my hardest to blog every single day in the month of February about the things I love, and maybe a little bit of my random day. So, today I begin with THE MAN OF MY DREAMS. The LOVE OF MY LIFE. MY BABIES DADDY! MY SUGAR DADDY!(I could just go on, and on, about this guy, I should stop lol). You guys get it, I LOVES ME MY IRVING! I enjoy spending time with my husband. He makes me laugh. He makes me think. He helps me reason. He makes me feel sexy. He encourages me. He believes in me. He completes and compliments me. He is a wonderful example for my kids and I and I 'm truly proud to call him my husband. I LOVE HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYm-b7FzDwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JJ06cYc18Zg/s1600-h/IMG_0974+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298975823505854210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYm-b7FzDwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JJ06cYc18Zg/s400/IMG_0974+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYm-3WPCr5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/5peCM5rX9q0/s1600-h/IMG_0114+(3)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298976294648852370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYm-3WPCr5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/5peCM5rX9q0/s400/IMG_0114+(3)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Honeymoon Pic. Look how young, thin, and innocent I look! (I'm no longer none of the above...lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYm-3YH3O2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/yGS4id01DVg/s1600-h/honeym2+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298976295155612514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYm-3YH3O2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/yGS4id01DVg/s400/honeym2+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicated this song (Way I Am) to him a while ago. It so reminds me of us. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, more serious, silly, and random love stuff to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-1543885906511160291?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/1543885906511160291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=1543885906511160291&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1543885906511160291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1543885906511160291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/02/month-of-love.html' title='Month of Love!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYm-cMt4TrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/r2Yxt2WJwTA/s72-c/IMG_8125+(2)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-2774189937392441405</id><published>2009-01-30T17:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:27:29.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie To Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYmzTXSdtCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/30Rn88rWM6k/s1600-h/large_lietome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYmzTXSdtCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/30Rn88rWM6k/s400/large_lietome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298963581828445218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my my, I have added a new favorite to my favorite TV shows. Okay, so I don't really watch much TV. Don't have much time, however, I faithfully record on my dvr HEROES...love love love that program. I don't watch in front of the kiddos though, bit graphic if you know what I mean. Now, add to that list, LIE TO ME. Has anyone seen this program? It's awesome.  Its basically a program about scientist who specialize in facial expressions and can tell what emotions your feeling according to your body language. It is so interesting, and at the same time, has it's humorous moments as well. Plus, it's slowly developing a story line. I love it. Check it out if your looking for another program to follow. If you do, let me know what you think and ask questions if you're lost...I've been watching since the beginning! It's Wednesday nights after American Idol, 9:00pm (fox). Hasta horita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-2774189937392441405?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/2774189937392441405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=2774189937392441405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2774189937392441405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2774189937392441405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/01/lie-to-me.html' title='Lie To Me...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SYmzTXSdtCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/30Rn88rWM6k/s72-c/large_lietome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-7622223729448508145</id><published>2009-01-19T00:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:37:09.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pura!</title><content type='html'>Yes, today is the birth date of Mrs. "did you see his bone sticking out"! Yup, that's the kind of friends I have, and I wouldn't trade them for the world! Mizz Pura is a funny as heck chick. Very giving and spontaneous person and I love that about her.  May God continue to bless you with that sense of humor of yours cause you  makes me laugh! I love you to pieces girlfriend! Hope you have  a wonderful day...muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SXQQ5QiOhHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZVq_kFVk_Ik/s1600-h/_MG_8749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SXQQ5QiOhHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZVq_kFVk_Ik/s400/_MG_8749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292874037944288370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-7622223729448508145?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/7622223729448508145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=7622223729448508145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7622223729448508145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7622223729448508145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-pura.html' title='Happy Birthday Pura!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SXQQ5QiOhHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZVq_kFVk_Ik/s72-c/_MG_8749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-245050548469961036</id><published>2009-01-18T23:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:56:44.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No more promises...</title><content type='html'>Truth of the matter, I started the year with an unexpected project that took a whole lot of my spare time. Good news...I'M SO DONE WITH THAT PROJECT. Bad news...I wasn't able to spend the time I really wanted on my photography blog. I'm still working on it. There's lots of things I'm researching cause I want to get it just right. My spare time is usually after the kids are in bed and well, by that time my eyes are crossed due to the overwhelming days a mom goes thru and, it's hard reading cross eyed. Have you ever tried? Not cute. So anywho, I'm back on track with that but...I'm not promising anymore dates. Just stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto real life, guess what happened to me today? Our church had a health fair and there was a blood mobile. I had already planned on giving blood so I was siked. I ate some food, chatted a little before donating, then gave my blood. Well, Margie has a small history of fainting when it comes to giving blood but, the last 2 times she  gave blood, she was good (within 4 months both times). So yes, after giving blood, my happy self got off the chair-bed thingy majiggy, worked her way to the front of the bus for her free chips and drink. I was talking with some friends when I started feeling a little light headed. I tried to ignore it. I tried to keep talking but, a friend of ours walked into the blood mobile thingy majiggy with an UBER nasty scrape on his arm (caused by a doom buggy accident mind you). Ok...it wasn't a little scratch, it was really bad. FYI, Margie doesn't do to well with nasty, funky, goowy, scrapes, cuts, or anything in between. Margie was going down! I so felt it. I tried to make my way past him ASAP. I was trying to make it to  my husband, which was outside the blood mobile thingy majiggy, about 15 yards away. I made it...but not much further than that. He took me inside the church, layed me on some chairs, raised my legs, and fanned me for a good 10 minutes. I hate it when that happens! My macho is so good to me though.( I love you babe! You're a hot paramedic! You're family on the other hand is not so cute)! His cousin (you know who you are!) came in just to laugh in my face. I tell you...no respect! And his wife...just fueled the flames! "Did you see his bone sticking out Margie" Not a cute scene!! (There were no bones sticking out)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was fun, not the passing out part, the bonding part. We have a great group of fun people at our church (mostly family, somehow we're all related). At any rate, shout out to all those who donated blood. I heard there were 21 donors which is very good according to the organizer dude. If you donated blood today...leave a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No pics today, who the heck wants to see Margie passed out or oowy goowy scraped arms? Gross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-245050548469961036?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/245050548469961036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=245050548469961036&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/245050548469961036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/245050548469961036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-promises.html' title='No more promises...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-4885084299414672351</id><published>2009-01-03T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:33:11.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a loser!</title><content type='html'>I haven't even had a chance to wish everyone a Merry Christmas nor a Happy New Year. Hubby has been on vacation and it has been non stop of pure family time...love it! I know I wrote that I'd have my photography blog up and running by January 1st but, life i just happening. My new deadline is 1-15-09...maybe sooner. Need to finish all my session editing and design the blog just right! See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-4885084299414672351?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/4885084299414672351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=4885084299414672351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4885084299414672351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4885084299414672351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-loser.html' title='I&apos;m a loser!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-6001126887598611936</id><published>2008-12-23T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:45:42.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Tuned...</title><content type='html'>Working on my photography blog. Hoping to have it set up by January 1, 2009! Wish me lots of time and patience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-6001126887598611936?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/6001126887598611936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=6001126887598611936&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6001126887598611936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6001126887598611936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/12/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay Tuned...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-4889384718878091073</id><published>2008-12-13T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:13:07.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday BFF (Emily)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SUanX47fABI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qwk4hcUaBxU/s1600-h/ALEX3012+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SUanX47fABI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qwk4hcUaBxU/s400/ALEX3012+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280091641999196178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my dearest best friends birthday, Emily! She is my favoritest gal ever. She and I just click and I consider myself so privileged to have her in my life. We've known each other forever but we became very close during some difficult times in each others lives and well, the rest is history. Going on close to 10 years of being besties, I must say she makes my life brighter, funnier, emotional, funnier, better, funnier, and did I mention funnier? She really is a funny girl (can I get an amen from those who know her)? There's never a dull moment when we are together (especially now that we're moms). We finish each others sentences, cry together, laugh together,  act like we're fighting in the supermarket (or anywhere else for that matter lol), tap people we don't know on the shoulders and act like we never did (okay, so that's more her and Irving who get a kick out of that, and they're pretty good at it too lol), and so many other special, fun, and immature things that we do that make our friendship over the top and just plain wonderful! We should grow up but...why?  She even married my husband's cousin just so that our kids could be related! JUST KIDDING! (She really married you for love Lex)! Anyway Emmi, I love you more than this silly little blog can ever express to you. Hope you have a wonderful birthday and may this 28th year of life bring you more beautiful and special moments. God Bless you today and always mi amiga...MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SUasI6heXsI/AAAAAAAAATc/q6X6JCDF_3w/s1600-h/_MG_7717+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SUasI6heXsI/AAAAAAAAATc/q6X6JCDF_3w/s400/_MG_7717+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280096882287075010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SUaoQW8yHJI/AAAAAAAAATU/qFeziCAEVEg/s1600-h/bongos2+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SUaoQW8yHJI/AAAAAAAAATU/qFeziCAEVEg/s400/bongos2+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280092612130380946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SUaoQDR_oeI/AAAAAAAAATM/d0u1soyOdrI/s1600-h/DSCF0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SUaoQDR_oeI/AAAAAAAAATM/d0u1soyOdrI/s400/DSCF0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280092606850638306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-4889384718878091073?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/4889384718878091073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=4889384718878091073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4889384718878091073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4889384718878091073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-bff-emily.html' title='Happy Birthday BFF (Emily)'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SUanX47fABI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qwk4hcUaBxU/s72-c/ALEX3012+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-9029100088837625332</id><published>2008-12-12T16:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:01:53.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised...</title><content type='html'>Well, I would've had a post sooner however, our household is fighting a combination of stomach viruses and ear infections. Not to fun for mom (who got sick first) nor dad (who is trying to stay healthy while taking care of us all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to fun stuff. As promised here are some pics of "Cinderella's Party". We really had so much fun. Alyssa loved it! Til this day (almost one week later) she keeps saying "I loved my party Mami". That alone made it worth everything. Well, for those who weren't there, this is how it went down. First of all, she got the most fantabulous Cinderella dress ever (thanks to a mutual effort between her aunties and some coupons). She hung out in her regular hang out clothes at the beginning of the party until she had a big enough crowd. Then, we snuck her to a room where all her fabulous cousins dressed her up. It was so much fun! Then, we snuck her out thru the window for her grand entrance. Guess what her daddy did for her? He built her the cutest carriage (using our bike stroller as the base). It turned out soo nice! I was very impressed. He hand sewed most of it, my man has skills thank you very much! Anyways, he attached our rocking horse to the front of it and then a rope to that. Alyssa's little brother Caleb sat on the horse while dad pulled them both in. It was really special. Her face was priceless. I remember her telling me "mom I'm nervous". It was so funny. After her grand entrance, she got off her carriage and welcomed her guest to her ball! It was perfect. We then ate great food, and that carriage Irving made turned out to be a hit at the party. Every little princess (and prince) wanted a ride on the thing. They pushed each other all over that yard and had a blast...and it even stayed in tact! Who needs a bounce house when you have a hand made carriage? The kids had so much fun! My BFF Emily took care of the games for me. They played musical chairs, pin the slipper on cinderella, and tug-o-war. It was really cool. While running around here and there, I could hear all the kids screaming and cheering, it was really a nice feeling. We sang happy birthday, cut the cake, and at the very end Alyssa insisted on opening her gifts before EVERYONE left. There was a small group left so we were good. That was funny, I was actually hoping to do that when we got home but she had other plans. To sum it all up...it was wonderful feeling celebrating the big FIVE for our princess. Thanks again to everyone who helped in making it possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a slide show of the pics...there were so many pics. I barely held my camera that day. Thanks to all those who took pics and sorry if we didn't catch everyone who went. The slide is soo out of order but it took an eternity to download and would've taken another chunk of time that I don't have to rearrange. If you click on the slide show you can see it bigger.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-73.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919784098419&amp;amp;site=widget-73.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919784098419&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-73.slide.com/p1/3386706919784098419/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919784098419&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-73.slide.com/p2/3386706919784098419/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3386706919784098419&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-73.slide.com/p4/3386706919784098419/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-9029100088837625332?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/9029100088837625332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=9029100088837625332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/9029100088837625332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/9029100088837625332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-promised.html' title='As promised...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-8429810787295532357</id><published>2008-12-06T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:43:28.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was Perfect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STtkNvdrC5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/-0LXovIoVko/s1600-h/IMG_9679+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STtkNvdrC5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/-0LXovIoVko/s400/IMG_9679+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921575636667282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo tired yet so very happy with our little-big girl's 5th bday party. We all had such a great time, starting with her and ending with mom and dad. I promise to make the next post all about the party but I just wanted to send out some "Thank You's" to all those who helped us roll this party out. Here we go (hope I don't forget anyone):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titi Mary and Tio Richard:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for opening the doors to your home and for all your enthusiasm during the planning, during the party, clean up, and after party! &lt;strong&gt;Titi Mary&lt;/strong&gt;, your goodie bags are just the GOODIEST and your pork...FORGET ABOUT IT! Off the chain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titi Bethsy&lt;/strong&gt;: For that last minute request to the super that totally saved my day and after party clean up...you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titi Emmi&lt;/strong&gt;: For all the decorations, help with the games, pictures, and clean up. (Hope you're feeling better...you're the best!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tio Richie&lt;/strong&gt;: Bro, you're the bomb! Thanks for bringing me those chairs,and transporting my hubby and the princess' wonderful "Chariot"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abuela Margo&lt;/strong&gt;: You're arroz con gandules is the best! Gracias por TODO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abuela Lela&lt;/strong&gt;:  You're chicken was a hit! Thanks for always willing to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titi Laly&lt;/strong&gt;: You're the best DJ and videographer ever! Can't wait to see the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purita&lt;/strong&gt;: You missed out on the coffee, and it was good! Thanks for sticking around and cleaning up. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacqueline&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks for getting the kids ready for me. HUGE help! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elijah&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks for helping me with the chairs and set up! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jazmyne&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks for helping the bday girl get purty! Loved the pictures! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eveliny&lt;/strong&gt;: You looked adorable! Thanks for putting the final touch on Ms. Alyssa! (Her crown)I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noemi&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks for coming early to help! That was unexpected and very sweet! Love you (OMG! that dress!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titi Jackie and Tio Jon&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks for the drinks! Can't tell you how much that helped! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;And last but most definetly not least, &lt;strong&gt;My wonderful and adorable husband &lt;/strong&gt;for all your help, and for building that totally funtastic wagon-majiggy that turned out to be the life of the party. You are so creative and so loved by us all! Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you for all those who made a sacrifice to "squeeze in" some time and join us for the party. That really meant a lot to us. I love you (you know who you are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I so hope I'm not forgetting anyone and if so, please forgive me...I'm beyond exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I leave you with the last sighting of the Birthday girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STtkN64quPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lxJ5kqKYpgI/s1600-h/IMG_9777+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STtkN64quPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lxJ5kqKYpgI/s400/IMG_9777+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921578702682354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she enjoyed herself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-8429810787295532357?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/8429810787295532357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=8429810787295532357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8429810787295532357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8429810787295532357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-perfect.html' title='It was Perfect!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STtkNvdrC5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/-0LXovIoVko/s72-c/IMG_9679+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3374786831556818820</id><published>2008-12-04T09:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:22:32.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 Year Old Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf2I-WsBWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k0SgPhPCL-E/s1600-h/_MG_8521+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956122525369698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf2I-WsBWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k0SgPhPCL-E/s400/_MG_8521+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our beautiful little girl turns five! Very exciting day for everyone here in the Bonilla residence. Ms. Alyssa woke up calling me "Mami, come here!" I ran to her room, jumped into bed with her, and gave her a million kisses while saying happy birthday to her. She had the most beautiful (and smelly) smile ever! Then, she happily asks "Mami, am I five yet?" How cute is that? She was so anxious to turn 5! I Wonder why kids are so anxious to grow up? There must be something they see in our grown up lives that they like. It seems like just yesterday that I had a similar conversation with my daddy. I was about 15 and I was talking to him about how anxious I was to be of age to get a job. I remember him asking me why i wanted a job. I was like "duh dad! To have my own money so I can buy my own stuff!" He then told me not to be in such a rush to grow up, "One day you're going to wish you didn't have to work nor buy your own stuff" he said. How true those words! (Love ya dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we'll be taking it easy today with Ms. Alyssa and then we'll party hardy on Saturday. She wanted a Cinderella theme party and I loved the idea...because she is our little princess! Was originally going to do something small and simple however, we have wonderful family and friends that "just don't do simple nor small" (their words). I promise to post on the party and will post lots of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had many wonderful blessings in my life and my Alyssa is definitely one of them. She has taught me more than I ever expected to learn from a child and I'm so grateful. Wish I could keep her a little girl forever but I know someday we'll have a conversation that will end up something like this "Baby girl, don't be in such a rush to grow up because one day you will be wishing you were still in bed with mommy breathing your beautiful smelly smiles at me asking me "am I five yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALYSSA BONILLA...(OUR JOY).&lt;br /&gt;(New Born)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf2JOmq-rI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bRNR2O_QDfE/s1600-h/DSCF0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956126887377586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf2JOmq-rI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bRNR2O_QDfE/s400/DSCF0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf21PWnFRI/AAAAAAAAASE/lKIimt0h2Fg/s1600-h/Alyssa+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956883002692882" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf21PWnFRI/AAAAAAAAASE/lKIimt0h2Fg/s400/Alyssa+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6 Months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf3FTyVuUI/AAAAAAAAASM/otka6JIQt3A/s1600-h/9+mo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275957159070644546" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf3FTyVuUI/AAAAAAAAASM/otka6JIQt3A/s400/9+mo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 Year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf5W07x_YI/AAAAAAAAASU/9nT1J5S5O48/s1600-h/DSCF1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf5W07x_YI/AAAAAAAAASU/9nT1J5S5O48/s400/DSCF1204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275959659049647490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf5pvEl_vI/AAAAAAAAASc/S64uI8ykNcQ/s1600-h/Image035+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf5pvEl_vI/AAAAAAAAASc/S64uI8ykNcQ/s400/Image035+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275959983893511922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf54lBqzFI/AAAAAAAAASk/G919Mwwe5zM/s1600-h/DSCF0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf54lBqzFI/AAAAAAAAASk/G919Mwwe5zM/s400/DSCF0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275960238894926930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf7LBDnBiI/AAAAAAAAASs/O_Da2Ay71ek/s1600-h/IMG_7492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf7LBDnBiI/AAAAAAAAASs/O_Da2Ay71ek/s400/IMG_7492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275961655168534050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3374786831556818820?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3374786831556818820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3374786831556818820&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3374786831556818820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3374786831556818820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-5-year-old-princess.html' title='My 5 Year Old Princess'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/STf2I-WsBWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k0SgPhPCL-E/s72-c/_MG_8521+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-2199029774888006214</id><published>2008-11-06T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:53:22.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top of the morning to ya!</title><content type='html'>(That was for you Emmi). Well, so far I've had a wonderful morning. I walked my baby girl to school and stopped by the park for my little man. The weather is soo beautiful. Nice and cool. At the park I ran into an older couple with their granddaughter. They were the cutest thing. They were Asian and I just totally fell in love with them. They didn't speak any english but they were so sweet. The gentleman saw Caleb and I walking towards the park and he walked all the way from the opposite side of the park to come open the gate for us. Who does that? That was just really nice. Their granddaughter was not even a year old and they were just letting her be a little girl. She was playing with sand, and they were sitting down in the sand with her. I tell you, I just wanted to pick them all up and bring them home with me. Very nice way to start the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Caleb is so adorable. We get to bond a little more while Alyssa is in school. Today at the park, he went on the slide, and then on the swing...this time for just a few minutes. Then he ran off to a little horse that's there. I sat on a swing and swung myself while I watched him on the horse. (Side note, felt like a kid on the swing and loved it. I'm trying to do more things with and like the kids. Irv's usually the one that acts like a kid with them...athletic wise. It really is fun and it helps me feel younger and alive). Anyways, back to Caleb. He was having so much fun on the horse. While moving back and forth on it he turned around and tells me "look at me mami". When he saw me on the swing, he suddenly stopped what he was doing, climbed off his horse, and ran to me. I asked him "what happened papi?" and he tells me "nothing, I need to push you on your swing". AWWW! How cute is he? I let him "TRY" to push his momma. He felt so important! Que chulo mi nene! Well, then we came home, I came to the office and he grabbed a Cars puzzle to work on in the living room. He put half the puzzle together then left the "sally" part of the puzzle for me to "play with" as it so cutely put it. I can just eat that little boy up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SRMQaL7KYZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aUyef8G3egE/s1600-h/Caleb+Puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SRMQaL7KYZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aUyef8G3egE/s400/Caleb+Puzzle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265570431389819282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-2199029774888006214?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/2199029774888006214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=2199029774888006214&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2199029774888006214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/2199029774888006214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-of-morning-to-ya.html' title='Top of the morning to ya!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SRMQaL7KYZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aUyef8G3egE/s72-c/Caleb+Puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-657368918171889526</id><published>2008-11-04T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:01:20.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SRDgf1vkOFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AodyXn_xuq8/s1600-h/MLC+Simply+frames6+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SRDgf1vkOFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AodyXn_xuq8/s400/MLC+Simply+frames6+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264954802003261522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into this old pic of Irving and I (taken on our 5th year anniversay in '05). Started messing around with it and thought I'd post it...just because I love this man! He's my cheerleader in all I do. Que lindo mi macho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's it...randomness or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...I voted today. Hope everyone who qualified did the same. Took me a whole 20 minutes-Woohoo! Thanks to all those early voters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-657368918171889526?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/657368918171889526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=657368918171889526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/657368918171889526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/657368918171889526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_04.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SRDgf1vkOFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AodyXn_xuq8/s72-c/MLC+Simply+frames6+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-1707664355855772438</id><published>2008-11-03T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:58:22.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card Samples (Continued)</title><content type='html'>Wow! I have had a great response with these mini sessions! I've been super busy and I'm super excited with it all. Now, don't have many time slots left however there's still time! Now, a little something for those who have already booked or planning to book a session...if you refer someone for a Christmas mini session, I will give you an 8x10 collage using some pics from your session. Hurry though...time is running out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, deadline for these sessions is November 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQ_YAMxRHbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1i9f1OAtCeQ/s1600-h/TempF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQ_YAMxRHbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1i9f1OAtCeQ/s400/TempF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264663987358866866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQ_X_-2FGiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MBPyzKh67LQ/s1600-h/TempE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQ_X_-2FGiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MBPyzKh67LQ/s400/TempE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264663983620954658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQ_X_aojDaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/a168JoDNb_c/s1600-h/TempD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQ_X_aojDaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/a168JoDNb_c/s400/TempD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264663973900520866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-1707664355855772438?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/1707664355855772438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=1707664355855772438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1707664355855772438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1707664355855772438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-card-samples-continued.html' title='Christmas Card Samples (Continued)'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQ_YAMxRHbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1i9f1OAtCeQ/s72-c/TempF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-6798701887918366187</id><published>2008-10-28T11:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:15:15.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card Mini Sessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQepX5rWXPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/g50twQ9k5KQ/%20%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262232430784598386" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQc0g-p00XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Sh33yb6g1yU/s400/Sample+Card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited to announce my first Christmas Card Mini sessions. For the price of $125.00 you get:&lt;br /&gt;30 minute outdoor session (location to be determined)&lt;br /&gt;25 Christmas Cards (folded 5x7 or 5x5 cards with envelopes)&lt;br /&gt;CD with 15-20 high resolution images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need more cards you can always order more. All sessions must me done by November 15 to assure delivery of cards by December 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessions are for immediate family only...other relatives will have to schedule a session separately...sorry:( Contact me for further detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****The 1st 2 people to leave a comment and book their session will receive a free&lt;br /&gt;8x10 from their next session!!!****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To book a session or for more information please email me at&lt;br /&gt;"Itsme-margie@hotmail.com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQeqFdyi3BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MxcR1GoBHDU/s1600-h/TempB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQeqFdyi3BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MxcR1GoBHDU/s400/TempB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262361700478409746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQepYaH26fI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/A3NLJ8ew5z4/s1600-h/TempC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262360926399949298" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQepYaH26fI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/A3NLJ8ew5z4/s400/TempC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be posting more samples of cards soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-6798701887918366187?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/6798701887918366187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=6798701887918366187&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6798701887918366187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6798701887918366187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-card-mini-sessions.html' title='Christmas Card Mini Sessions'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQc0g-p00XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Sh33yb6g1yU/s72-c/Sample+Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3251806911810294434</id><published>2008-10-23T10:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:34:35.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her First Day in VPK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCGP8VAt7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/sPof02IT2nI/s1600-h/_MG_6982+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260351973219153842" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCGP8VAt7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/sPof02IT2nI/s400/_MG_6982+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those of you who don't know, I started homeschooling my baby girl last year. I worked on the Pre-k curriculum and she did very well! (Thanks Emmi for all your help and guidance). This year we're working on Kindergarten curriculum and that's going very well also. A couple of mom's however suggested I take advantage of the 3 hours the government provides with the VPK program. She was born after September so I couldn't put her in last year. I decided to do it because honestly, Miss Alyssa has many cousins and friends...but not her age. So finally, she started on Monday (10/19/08). It's more for her social life than anything...hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is less than a mile from my house so I walk while I push them on the sport stroller that we have (it's really cool, you can connect it to the bike as well). So, on my way I ran into one of my "mom" neighbors and after telling her where we were going she asked me "how are you holding up"? I thought to my self "this is no big deal" and I responded "oh, I'm fine and she's super excited". So we went along our merry little way. As I walked, I started thinking about the days my mom use to walk my brother and I to school. That school was quite a walk away, but I remember liking it. It was my mom, my bro, myself, and of course...a thick long branch in case a dog tried to attack. Awww, those were the days! So yes, the kids and I got to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCP1MZ-BJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2GvjQgxuU_E/s1600-h/_MG_6983+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260362508794725522" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCP1MZ-BJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2GvjQgxuU_E/s400/_MG_6983+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check out Mr. Caleb opening the door for his sis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked her in and the Asst. Director takes her to the morning circle and introduces her to the class. It was really cool. Caleb in the mean while is playing with the Lego table not to far away. She joins the circle and immediately the boy next to her taps her shoulder and says "Hi, are you my friend"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCGQtPubxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0gDrjlVr7ss/s1600-h/_MG_6984+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260351986350321426" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCGQtPubxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0gDrjlVr7ss/s400/_MG_6984+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check out Mr. S tapping Alyssa, he's super cute and very polite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just too cute. Well, although they encouraged me to stay for as long as I wanted, I decided to give Alyssa her space so she can do her thang. I reached for Caleb and told him we had to go. I guess that's when he realized Alyssa wasn't coming with us (his partner in crime). He wanted to cry so bad but he held it back. He tightened his mouth but his eyes got watery. I quickly said, "Hey, lets go to the park"! He immediately changed his face with a smile and said "okay"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCGQ3MJEPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/V81UGtL_MyE/s1600-h/_MG_6986+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260351989019644146" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCGQ3MJEPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/V81UGtL_MyE/s400/_MG_6986+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off we went to the park but...guess what happened to me as I walked away towards the park. I STARTED TO CRY! It just hit me, my baby girl is growing up! I think the beautiful memories I have of my mother and all the sacrifices she made and still makes for us had a lot to do with with emotional outburst. Whatever, I'm a girl! I was done by the time we got to the park and I had a great time with my little man, as I pushed him on the swing for A HALF HOUR STRAIGHT! Yes, half an hour, but...those are the sacrifices we make to make our children happy, didn't matter that my arms wanted to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCMB5hwBXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/srkbFXuhO7Y/s1600-h/_MG_6987+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260358329018877298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCMB5hwBXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/srkbFXuhO7Y/s400/_MG_6987+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was anxiously waiting for the 3 hours to go by so I can pick up my baby girl and she could tell me all her fun stories and the names of all her new friends. Finally, time was up and we picked her up. She was very happy to see us which was a very good feeling for us all. As we're strolling back to our humble abode I begin asking her questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So baby how was it?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Good.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you like your teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you make new friends?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What are their names?&lt;br /&gt;Her: I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mami, tell me about your day.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I wish I were in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yeah? Why mama?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Cause their playground is a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I was thinking she would feel unchallenged because most the kids would probably be younger than her! It was like pulling teeth getting her to talk. I found it rather amusing. At any rate, she totally loves it and I must say she barely had to adjust. She just dove right in. She even went on her first field trip yesterday and loved that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCMCWLax6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/HmoDfz85g6Y/s1600-h/_MG_6989+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260358336709838754" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCMCWLax6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/HmoDfz85g6Y/s400/_MG_6989+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little superstar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a long post, I know. Thanks for taking the time to read about our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, will be posting about the Christmas Card Mini Session special next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3251806911810294434?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3251806911810294434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3251806911810294434&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3251806911810294434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3251806911810294434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/10/her-first-day-in-vpk.html' title='Her First Day in VPK!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SQCGP8VAt7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/sPof02IT2nI/s72-c/_MG_6982+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-7980220249710632665</id><published>2008-10-17T01:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:08:03.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should soo be sleeping...</title><content type='html'>But I'm not. I'm up doing things that I didn't have a chance to do during the day. My heart is broken people! My baby has been hurt. No not Irving. No not Alyssa. No not Caleb. It's my third child. Do you guys know who I'm talking about? It's my camera! For all those who REALLY know me know that I treat my camera like a third child. Every where I go I count, 1,2, and 3 (Alyssa, Caleb, Camera). I Never leave home without it (okay, almost never but when I do leave it, I hide it incase someone breaks in...I'm serious). I barely carry a purse anymore, I carry a camera bag. She's a big part of my life (yes...it's a she, someday I'll name her). Anyways, what had happened was...I went to the park yesterday with all 3 kids (ha!) to fly their kites. I couldn't really take pictures of that because I was kinda busy keeping the kites up in the air. (Side note, I hadn't messed with a kite in forever...more than 20 years, and I have to say...it was fun! Kids kept saying "mom, let ME fly the kite". Sorry kids, mom got a little carried away). Okay yes, back to the camera, so...after we finished with the kites I took them to the playground. Now was the time for me to bond with the third child, HOWEVER, something wasn't quite right. Camera was on, button was being pressed but nothing was happening. I messed around with it and still nothing. My happy mood was so gone by then I just wanted to go home. Once I got home, I switched the lens and came to the conclusion it was the lens I had on it (my favorite lens) and not the camera which I guess is somewhat good news. I bought the lens a little over a month ago so I took it back to the store. It's under Canon warranty, which is good, but guess who won't have her baby for the next 3-6 weeks? ME! Whaaaaaaaa!!!!! Seriously this hurts in so many ways. I had soo many shoots scheduled for the next 2 weeks which will have to be postponed. The lens my camera came with is not a great one. Okay for everyday pics but not photo shoots. This is really not cute. I have a pending shoot of 3 week old twin girls (really cute little girls by the way) which will be 6-9 weeks by the time I get it back! They'll be walking by then! I'm totally having a tantrum right now...I know. Okay, let me calm down and focus on the positive. I'm okay. My hubby's okay. My OTHER two children are okay (ha,ha).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SPgqfn9Hz0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/_7bK4YICByI/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SPgqfn9Hz0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/_7bK4YICByI/s400/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257999287744712514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oldy but a goody. Photo taken in March of this year, cousin's wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I was gone for so long. I'll try and be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-7980220249710632665?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/7980220249710632665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=7980220249710632665&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7980220249710632665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7980220249710632665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-should-soo-be-sleeping.html' title='I should soo be sleeping...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SPgqfn9Hz0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/_7bK4YICByI/s72-c/IMG_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3901390414763832194</id><published>2008-09-24T22:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:40:18.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic overload...but all very necessary!</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks back I had the privilege of doing a photo shoot with two very adorable little boys. People, meet Jacob (my godson), and Luis David (his little cousin). These cuties are one month apart (Jacob is the oldest...ehem). My Best friend in the whole wide world (I'm going to post just on her one day...Love you Emily) and her cousin asked me to take photos of their kids. Emily is originally from Venezuela. She is very close to all her aunts, uncles, and cousins, however they ALL live in Venezuela. Whenever family comes down, it's like a holiday for them. I share their joy because I see, hear, and feel the love they all have for each other. So anyways, these proud mommies wanted some pics so the family could drool over their cuteness (here and in Venezuela). I had so much fun taking their pictures, they're naturals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr1_Wh3FxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ScPc_yqrPnI/s1600-h/_MG_5953+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249778784381900562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr1_Wh3FxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ScPc_yqrPnI/s400/_MG_5953+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr23S3DM0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wMXSrD3osTs/s1600-h/_MG_5980+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779745469707074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr23S3DM0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wMXSrD3osTs/s400/_MG_5980+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5cu7JTPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8HHuPrvkbtA/s1600-h/_MG_6116+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249782587681492210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5cu7JTPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8HHuPrvkbtA/s400/_MG_6116+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr23kvx02I/AAAAAAAAAMI/L2Fw6HwdKYY/s1600-h/_MG_5985+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779750271046498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr23kvx02I/AAAAAAAAAMI/L2Fw6HwdKYY/s400/_MG_5985+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr23-PyV8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZWa-XPDTrNE/s1600-h/_MG_5993+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779757116184514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr23-PyV8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZWa-XPDTrNE/s400/_MG_5993+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr24DAdlJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/icTKx35zpbQ/s1600-h/_MG_5997+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779758394086546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr24DAdlJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/icTKx35zpbQ/s400/_MG_5997+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr24lJVjBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xOdS8dhwXbI/s1600-h/_MG_6014+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779767558114322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr24lJVjBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xOdS8dhwXbI/s400/_MG_6014+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5TwPIQ_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/zusikg-M1mM/s1600-h/_MG_6030+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249782433414923250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5TwPIQ_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/zusikg-M1mM/s400/_MG_6030+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5ULUxceI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ocRni4wlKEg/s1600-h/_MG_6040+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249782440686350818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5ULUxceI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ocRni4wlKEg/s400/_MG_6040+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5UZZl3TI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5KPi8hcCQtU/s1600-h/_MG_6051+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249782444464659762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5UZZl3TI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5KPi8hcCQtU/s400/_MG_6051+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5VJEBveI/AAAAAAAAANA/BGipHf1AcR8/s1600-h/_MG_6081+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249782457259113954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5VJEBveI/AAAAAAAAANA/BGipHf1AcR8/s400/_MG_6081+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5VWpBSPI/AAAAAAAAANI/-Zze9F-p_pM/s1600-h/_MG_6091+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249782460903934194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr5VWpBSPI/AAAAAAAAANI/-Zze9F-p_pM/s400/_MG_6091+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...my photography blog will be coming soon ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3901390414763832194?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3901390414763832194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3901390414763832194&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3901390414763832194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3901390414763832194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/09/pic-overloadbut-all-very-necessary.html' title='Pic overload...but all very necessary!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNr1_Wh3FxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ScPc_yqrPnI/s72-c/_MG_5953+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-3380966453256494083</id><published>2008-09-18T00:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:56:30.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Niña de tus ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNHqShyInuI/AAAAAAAAALg/ELtC-REU_YQ/s1600-h/_MG_6281jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNHqShyInuI/AAAAAAAAALg/ELtC-REU_YQ/s400/_MG_6281jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247232644890533602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for all you non-spanish speaking people out there, the title for todays post means "Apple of your Eyes" in spanish. This is the title of the song that my baby girl danced to this past sunday in our church. In our church we have a girls ministry that's called Missionette's (actually, the name has recently changed to National Girls Ministries). Its a discipleship program for preschool through high school girls. I love this program. It makes learning biblical principles fun and motivating for the girls. It truly is awesome. So anyways, starting this past Sunday we've been celebrating "Girls Ministries week". The service was great! We started off with praise and worship (which I'm very proud to say that my DH leads) and then the word was presented in form of a play which also involved some songs and dances. One of those dances was done by my beautiful princess and her cousin Evelyn. They did such a great job. I was so proud of them (Great job Princess Evelyn). Miss Evelyn and Alyssa love to dance! My baby girl is only 4, and she had me a little worried. She was suppose to be practicing at home but everytime it was time to practice with me she was tired, hungry, and/or sleepy. It was so frustrating. But when it was time to practice with Jessica (choreographer)...forget it! She was all for it. So, I must say...I was so touched by their dance. The song is one of our (Irv, Alyssa, and mine) favorites so it made it even more special. I'm also very proud of my sis Bethsy. She is the coordinator of this ministry and she actually wrote the play the girls did which was also great. She's the bomb! I'm proud of you girl!  So...here you have it. My first VLOG! How cool! Its not the play, just the dance. Make sure you scroll all the way down to pause the song on my playlist. Enjoy...and be blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd94603eae53832e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd94603eae53832e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331091366%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72D9BFAE83070A5C400084DFAEE8860BA0DFE19E.17E0D94679F1753C7CAF706A8DF41AC38AD368AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd94603eae53832e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9ypNe6IOxRMcQx5f-AERBC8FWT8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd94603eae53832e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331091366%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72D9BFAE83070A5C400084DFAEE8860BA0DFE19E.17E0D94679F1753C7CAF706A8DF41AC38AD368AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd94603eae53832e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9ypNe6IOxRMcQx5f-AERBC8FWT8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Anyone already familiar with the former MISSIONETTES program? Anyone a former MISSIONETTE? Comment if so...let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNHtbiXgHBI/AAAAAAAAALw/QxxEhZ67IiU/s1600-h/_MG_6325+jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNHtbiXgHBI/AAAAAAAAALw/QxxEhZ67IiU/s400/_MG_6325+jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247236098200968210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-3380966453256494083?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cd94603eae53832e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/3380966453256494083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=3380966453256494083&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3380966453256494083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/3380966453256494083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/09/nia-de-tus-ojos.html' title='Niña de tus ojos'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SNHqShyInuI/AAAAAAAAALg/ELtC-REU_YQ/s72-c/_MG_6281jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-920735876851236993</id><published>2008-09-15T23:51:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:06:03.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been way too long...</title><content type='html'>I won't go on and on about how busy life is and how I wish I could blog more...yadda yadda yadda. Let me just start. A lot has happened since I last posted and I just want to thank God for the allowing me to be here right now typing this post. Each day of life that we are given is a blessing and I just want to recognize that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a cool day. Had lots to do and didn't accomplish much of it BUT...it was still a cool day. I managed to make myself a cup of coffee and my daughter loves my coffee (I add whipped cream to my delish coffee). Well, I left a little bit for her (hey, don't judge me) and she tells me "Mom, I have a great idea. Lets share!" So, she walks to the kitchen, climbs the counter, inserts 2 straws, and voila! A work of art! I just had to take this shot! (Thank God for self timers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SM8vgiNVaYI/AAAAAAAAALY/r_Rcn6ruOUM/s1600-h/_MG_6344+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246464326894971266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SM8vgiNVaYI/AAAAAAAAALY/r_Rcn6ruOUM/s400/_MG_6344+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good to be back! Will post again soon! God Bless you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-920735876851236993?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/920735876851236993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=920735876851236993&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/920735876851236993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/920735876851236993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-way-too-long.html' title='Its been way too long...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SM8vgiNVaYI/AAAAAAAAALY/r_Rcn6ruOUM/s72-c/_MG_6344+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-7791801427721209698</id><published>2008-08-20T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:30:44.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No more kiddie bed...</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a constructive and busy day for me. I was pretty much on my feet all day (which explains the throbbing). Just yesterday, I walked into my kids room and thought to myself "man, Caleb is getting kinda big for his bed". So, today I walked in again to put something away and I don't know what got into me. I had a quick little chat with my little man. I explained how he's such a big boy now, and how his long legs were growing so fast that pretty soon they were going to hang off his bed. He laughed, and to my surprise...he agreed. We actually bought bunk beds a while back so his big boy bed was already waiting for him. I thought he was going to give me a hard time when bed time came around but nope, he was too tired. Alyssa moved to the top bunk and he cuddled into his new bed. What a big boy. The room looks soo spacious now. I rearranged some stuff here and there and I love it! After doing a little homeschooling in the morning with the kids, I pretty much just spent the day fixing up the room. I'm exhausted, but happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SKz-q6CY8zI/AAAAAAAAAKg/t-iGVYfio8g/s1600-h/_MG_4914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SKz-q6CY8zI/AAAAAAAAAKg/t-iGVYfio8g/s400/_MG_4914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236840479812285234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SKz-rSktrcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JX26VgjlTtc/s1600-h/_MG_4915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SKz-rSktrcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JX26VgjlTtc/s400/_MG_4915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236840486398700994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I know I've been a horrible blogger but hey...my spirit was willing but my flesh was weak. I had such a busy couple of weeks but I had a great time. I took lots of photos and I hope to back track a little and post some of them soon. Here are some of my happenings in the past 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a nasty stomach virus&lt;br /&gt;Made caps with my Sunday School Kids&lt;br /&gt;Gave my Godson a stomach virus&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed a wonderful week with my hubby and kids (vacation: pool, metro zoo, movies)&lt;br /&gt;Bonded with my nieces and nephew (did a little back to school polishing up)&lt;br /&gt;Father/Son Day&lt;br /&gt;Mother/Daughter Day&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure there's more but...we'll just try to get to those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I leave you with some pics I took in the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SK0G5hg-foI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pvPWD2dpmMw/s1600-h/_MG_4886+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SK0G5hg-foI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pvPWD2dpmMw/s400/_MG_4886+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236849527020748418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SK0G5-5_8xI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f9KCbezATGw/s1600-h/_MG_4903+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SK0G5-5_8xI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f9KCbezATGw/s400/_MG_4903+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236849534910329618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SK0G6FytKhI/AAAAAAAAALA/enhD4Xsi3Xs/s1600-h/_MG_4897+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SK0G6FytKhI/AAAAAAAAALA/enhD4Xsi3Xs/s400/_MG_4897+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236849536758786578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SK0G6SJAXYI/AAAAAAAAALI/fpw9tRwG7DU/s1600-h/_MG_4912+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SK0G6SJAXYI/AAAAAAAAALI/fpw9tRwG7DU/s400/_MG_4912+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236849540073545090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SK0G65oVjuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lYpMcybNeqg/s1600-h/_MG_4907+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SK0G65oVjuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lYpMcybNeqg/s400/_MG_4907+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236849550673940194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless and I'll be back soon...I HOPE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-7791801427721209698?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/7791801427721209698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=7791801427721209698&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7791801427721209698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7791801427721209698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-more-kiddie-bed.html' title='No more kiddie bed...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SKz-q6CY8zI/AAAAAAAAAKg/t-iGVYfio8g/s72-c/_MG_4914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-8552838428546183793</id><published>2008-08-04T12:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:57:58.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SJiIqcUoz5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Qn48z4ZMDYQ/s1600-h/_MG_4259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SJiIqcUoz5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Qn48z4ZMDYQ/s400/_MG_4259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231081229929467794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...time goes by so fast! Seems like just a year ago I was pregnant with my Mr. Caleb and today HE TURNS 3. I feel the luckiest mommy on earth having such a sweet, tender, funny, adorable, heart melting, little man in my life. He has turned on a part of me that I never knew could exist. He fills my life with so much joy and laughter that it's sometimes overwhelmingly unreal. He really truly is a special boy. Today, I thank God for blessing our lives 3 years ago with this wonderful little boy. I pray blessings upon him today, and the rest of his precious life. I love you more than words could say baby. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SJiIqrGjhiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NgpXVbgRHvE/s1600-h/_MG_4262+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SJiIqrGjhiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NgpXVbgRHvE/s400/_MG_4262+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231081233896932898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SJiIrDBig1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WLUzmrT46IM/s1600-h/_MG_4267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SJiIrDBig1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WLUzmrT46IM/s400/_MG_4267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231081240318346066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-8552838428546183793?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/8552838428546183793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=8552838428546183793&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8552838428546183793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8552838428546183793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-baby-is-3.html' title='My baby is 3'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SJiIqcUoz5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Qn48z4ZMDYQ/s72-c/_MG_4259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-8380794624638929855</id><published>2008-07-23T16:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:58:54.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>Been a little scared to do something that you know you are capable of doing? That's where I'm at right now. I have some wonderful opportunities coming my way soon and I'm a tad bit nervous, but I know I can do it and I'm super excited about it. I promise I'll share in detail later...after it's done! (Hee hee...I'm so bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so a whole week has passed since my last post. That's a long time. So much happens in a week. Problem with all this is that, so much happens and I just don't know what to post about! I wish I could post everyday, or every couple of days, time however is the problem with that. I'm going to try a little harder since some people are saying they wished I blogged more often (well then!). Can't make any promises though. It would be for a good cause though. Why you may ask...well I'm up to something. I've been wanting to start a journal for the longest but have never started. Can anyone guess why? Yup, TIME. So, what I decided to do is use my blog post and make a scrapbook out of them. I'll use the post as my journaling (I'll probably add some more personal detail if necessary on certain pages) and the pics I use on the post and voila! A journal slash scrapbook! That's the idea...lets see how it turns out in real life! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go...HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;a href="http://www.scrapangel.blogspot.com/"&gt;ADY&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is it for today but can't leave without posting a fews pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIeoCRE3o4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZoVwjgLffrE/s1600-h/_MG_4067+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226330649483780994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIeoCRE3o4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZoVwjgLffrE/s400/_MG_4067+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa and Jacob (Our Godson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIeoCuuyQBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jwbW9PGYSFM/s1600-h/_MG_41071+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226330657444216850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIeoCuuyQBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jwbW9PGYSFM/s400/_MG_41071+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIeoC8KakuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Gau4yUh4x_8/s1600-h/_MG_4110+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226330661049766626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIeoC8KakuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Gau4yUh4x_8/s400/_MG_4110+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIeo2mQ4XLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vi--WBM-Dr8/s1600-h/_MG_4069+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226331548524502194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIeo2mQ4XLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vi--WBM-Dr8/s400/_MG_4069+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIfCyAC_btI/AAAAAAAAAKA/E28zM4dnc48/s1600-h/_MG_4099+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIfCyAC_btI/AAAAAAAAAKA/E28zM4dnc48/s400/_MG_4099+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226360056848543442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they all so cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-8380794624638929855?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/8380794624638929855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=8380794624638929855&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8380794624638929855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8380794624638929855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SIeoCRE3o4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZoVwjgLffrE/s72-c/_MG_4067+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-4058513843586837161</id><published>2008-07-16T23:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:40:32.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Sun, &amp; Summer time Fun!</title><content type='html'>Loving the weather here in Miami! There's been some rain lately, which I totally don't mind. I love it when it rains. I so get in the mood to open the shades/curtains and read a book, watch a movie...you know...not do anything strenuous! There's usually one thing missing when it rains though...Irving. I wish he were home with us to enjoy those cozy moments but, someone's gotta bring home the bacon! (I love you babe). Anyway, late last week was perfect for outdoors though. Caleb had been asking me to take him to the park with the glasses (the binocular looking gadgets), so...I did! Kids had fun and so did mom! I love watching them mingle with other kiddies. Took lots of pictures and sweated a lot. This time I was the cool mom that turned the tree looking merry go round over, and over, and over, and over again! "Do it again" they'd say...and I did!  I tell you, the things us mothers do for our children. Think I lost a couple pounds that day! Well, since it was so hot that day, I decided to take them to the pool the next day. That was lots of fun to. We had the pool all to ourselves. Water and weather were perfect! Not too hot, not too cold! Woohoo! Happy moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7Sj9TFYoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nEC5STleTu0/s1600-h/_MG_3949+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7Sj9TFYoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nEC5STleTu0/s400/_MG_3949+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223844132988215938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7SkDWYq5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIgTlqVpYGA/s1600-h/_MG_3952+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7SkDWYq5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIgTlqVpYGA/s400/_MG_3952+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223844134612675474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7SkdTiuMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wG9jFvXYu20/s1600-h/_MG_3977+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7SkdTiuMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wG9jFvXYu20/s400/_MG_3977+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223844141580073154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7Skz3ASpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JdruW1QpWnc/s1600-h/_MG_3999+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7Skz3ASpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JdruW1QpWnc/s400/_MG_3999+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223844147634391698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7SlRJvdqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1-jZonIaEMI/s1600-h/_MG_4000+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7SlRJvdqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1-jZonIaEMI/s400/_MG_4000+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223844155497608866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7TAAgPlQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rNfXpMnlV8k/s1600-h/_MG_4004+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7TAAgPlQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rNfXpMnlV8k/s400/_MG_4004+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223844614885053698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a side note, lots has been going on lately. Exciting and not so exciting stuff but hey, that's life right? Keep the Bonilla crew in your prayers. We have lots of plans and well, hopefully they align with what God has planned for us! Hasta luego! (Til next time) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jer 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-4058513843586837161?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/4058513843586837161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=4058513843586837161&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4058513843586837161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4058513843586837161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-rain-some-sun-lots-of-summertime.html' title='Rain, Sun, &amp; Summer time Fun!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SH7Sj9TFYoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nEC5STleTu0/s72-c/_MG_3949+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-842339663914610947</id><published>2008-07-10T06:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:59:15.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Papito...</title><content type='html'>Yup...its my daddy's turn! There's something so special about a father and daughter relationship. I mean, regardless that he's not perfect...he is in my eyes and I love him so! I'm so proud to have him as my dad. I could remember when I first got married and we purchased our house, Irv and I had frequent trips to Home Depot. I'm not exagerating when I say we ran into him almost every time, the man practically lives there! I cannot tell you the feeling I'd get everytime I'd see him. I promise I'd get all teary eyed (whatever, i'm a wierdo) but I just got soo happy to see him! Til this day everytime I drive into Home Depot I'm looking for his truck! Anyway, I truly am blessed to have such a special man to call my father. He is such a hard worker and I've always seen how he has supported our family financially, spiritually, and emotionally and I love and respect him so much for that and today, on his day, I just wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te amo Papi...con todo mi corazon! Dios te bendiga hoy y siempre! Muah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SHWLmpDls0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/lirHAodPPj8/s1600-h/DSCF0189+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221232838978155330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SHWLmpDls0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/lirHAodPPj8/s400/DSCF0189+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party at Mary's house...I got your 7up dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-842339663914610947?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/842339663914610947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=842339663914610947&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/842339663914610947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/842339663914610947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Papito...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SHWLmpDls0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/lirHAodPPj8/s72-c/DSCF0189+(2)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-4241228255744349285</id><published>2008-07-07T01:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:10:47.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SHGq7K64QLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/c54my8oAJkQ/s1600-h/Candid+62808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220141376619430066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SHGq7K64QLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/c54my8oAJkQ/s400/Candid+62808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while! Haven't blogged since my mom's bday...whoa! Well, I've been pretty busy around here. Summer's here and well, my niece (Jacqueline) stayed over for more than a week. I kinda felt special! She stretched that week out as long as she could, but it had to come to an end today. I had a nice time with her though. She helped me out with the kids a lot while I did some cleaning. Thanks for all your help Jacqueline! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lots has happened since my last post. On Saturday June 28, I had the wonderful opportunity to teach a scrap booking class at a Teen Challenge womens center in Broward. Teen Challenge is a faith based residential recovery program for substance abusers. Our church is one of their many sponsors. During their last visit, scrapbooking came up in one of the conversations with the ladies. After seeing how interested they all were, I spoke with one of the leaders and penciled in a date. I was very excited and wanted to share this opportunity with my 2 oldest nieces. I thought they'd enjoy it. I also went along with 2 other special girls from my church (Emily, my best friend and partner in crime, and my other good friend Mizz Keziah). We truly had a nice time. It felt really good to be able to give of my time to people who really appreciate it. I felt blessed. We have another trip planned and my group is very eager to go back! Love it! Well, I'm sure you all would love to see pictures however, due to privacy issues we couldn't take pictures so...instead I'm including a strip of photos we took at the mall where we ate lunch after the class (Southland Mall...Sal's Pizza YUMMO!) We had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will talk and post pics of my fun 4th of July in my next post! Soon, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-4241228255744349285?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/4241228255744349285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=4241228255744349285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4241228255744349285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4241228255744349285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SHGq7K64QLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/c54my8oAJkQ/s72-c/Candid+62808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-4439294427692421929</id><published>2008-06-26T21:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:33:56.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day. Today, is the day that God chose to bring a very special woman into this world...my mom. I can't say enough about this woman. She's my world. I love her more than my words can ever express. She has set before me the example of what a strong and perserverant woman is. Whenever things get a little rough for me as a mom and wife, I look back at my childhood and remember the way my mom handled those situations and her actions then, inspire and motivate me today. She is such a giving, unselfish, strong, and very funny person. I just pray to God to allow and bless me with all her positive attributes so that I can be as wonderful a Mother and Grandmother(when my time comes), the way she is. She's just awesome! She Rocks! I love you Mami! Happy Birthday!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGRBX132FMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/M-P04B1G7sA/s1600-h/IMG_6516+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216366146255983810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGRBX132FMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/M-P04B1G7sA/s320/IMG_6516+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-4439294427692421929?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/4439294427692421929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=4439294427692421929&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4439294427692421929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4439294427692421929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGRBX132FMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/M-P04B1G7sA/s72-c/IMG_6516+(2)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-7073669919500429697</id><published>2008-06-24T01:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:14:38.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets try this again...</title><content type='html'>I have attempted to post on 3 different occasions since my last post (fathers day, and 2 times after that) and can you believe that as I anxiously awaited for my pics to upload...it kept giving me an error message after an eternity of waiting! Since I'm always in a rush, I never had the time to try again. Plus, a retyped post is never as funny as the original. All your thoughts and passion go into the original and there's just not enough enthusiasm left. So, I shall try this again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, soo much has happened since my last post. Here's a run down...&lt;br /&gt;Sold our van (2006 Honda Odyssey...boo hoo)&lt;br /&gt;Bought a car (2007 Honda Civic...woo hoo!)&lt;br /&gt;Fathers day&lt;br /&gt;God Rocks Concert&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy is 95% potty trained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May not sound like much but hey...that's a lot for me! Lets start off with the &lt;strong&gt;Vehicle Situation.&lt;/strong&gt; We purchased a van about 2 years ago hoping to fill it to the rim with children (I'm exaggerating...just 4 tops). Well, while we still would like to have more children, its not in the immediate future so we decided to revisit the car situation because gas was kinda killing us. My hubby drives the van to work every day and it's about an hour commute coming and going. We only needed space for 4 so...we decided on the civic. We use to have a civic before until someone decided to permanently borrow it without our permission (they stole it okay...they stole it!) which left us with just the van. So yes...that's that. We love the Civic. Gas is much better which makes us very happy! However, I get a little sad every time I see a van...she was good to us, but she had to go! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fathers Day.&lt;/strong&gt; We had a great time. Went to church. Bonded with the Father in-law, then bonded with my dad. The dads were happy...and that's all that counts right? I attempted to blog a super cute post on my daddy and hubby however, technical difficulties occurred (lets not go there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Rocks Concert&lt;/strong&gt; My sister in law invited us to her church where they were having a vacation bible school event combined with a concert. God Rocks is a dynamic children's ministry that truly is awesome. My kids found out about them a year ago and totally love them! Shoot, I love them! Anyway, I was able to take my nieces along with us this time and they had a great time! Can't wait til they come back again! &lt;a href="http://godrocks.ca/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Caleb.&lt;/strong&gt; My baby is pretty much potty trained, and I'm so proud. I've been trying with him for a while however, it wasn't quite getting thru. He just wouldn't go on his own. I finally decided to set my alarm on the phone every 2 hours to make him go potty. Well, after many messes and accidents later...he's got it! He's going on his own now. We're now working on 2 things, Poo-poo, and staying dry overnight. Our goal was to have him set before he turns 3 so we are ahead of schedule. Woo hoo! Well, this is it for now. Til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCObOJZ7xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UB-3bCMHJis/s1600-h/_MG_3483+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324966800191250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCObOJZ7xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UB-3bCMHJis/s320/_MG_3483+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCObRa2TKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9o-oPPW0ecE/s1600-h/Civic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324967678659746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCObRa2TKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9o-oPPW0ecE/s320/Civic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCObafBbsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IQr1rwuvoec/s1600-h/_MG_3515+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324970112085698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCObafBbsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IQr1rwuvoec/s320/_MG_3515+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCOb4hpyJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Zh8tvCt3LQA/s1600-h/_MG_3538+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324978176182418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCOb4hpyJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Zh8tvCt3LQA/s320/_MG_3538+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCOcO3aUCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D0jwpiOHunU/s1600-h/_MG_3623+(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324984173023266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCOcO3aUCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D0jwpiOHunU/s320/_MG_3623+(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more pics of GodRocks concert soon. God Bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-7073669919500429697?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/7073669919500429697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=7073669919500429697&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7073669919500429697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7073669919500429697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Lets try this again...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SGCObOJZ7xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UB-3bCMHJis/s72-c/_MG_3483+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-400783476474389750</id><published>2008-06-11T15:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:35:08.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Babe!</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was my Darling husband's birthday. I didn't have a chance to post this blog because...we were out celebrating so today is the day for this. I just wanted to take a moment and share with you all a little about this special blessing in my life. Mr. Irving is one of the most sweetest, patient, kindest, funniest, silliest, dedicated, honest, friendliest, motivating, optimistic, and everything else that's positive-ist, person I know! I love this man with all of my heart. I'm blessed to be called his wife as our children are to be called his children. Words cannot express how special he is. If he could, he would give us the world. If I could, I would give him the world but since I can't, I'll just share with the world how special he truly is...and he's all mine! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAx0Tpu4UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7X5aGuWyl9M/s1600-h/_MG_3448+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210719543565934914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAx0Tpu4UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7X5aGuWyl9M/s320/_MG_3448+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAx0lYGPcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SWtc4hk7Cw8/s1600-h/_MG_3478+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210719548323806658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAx0lYGPcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SWtc4hk7Cw8/s320/_MG_3478+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-400783476474389750?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/400783476474389750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=400783476474389750&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/400783476474389750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/400783476474389750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-babe.html' title='Happy Birthday Babe!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAx0Tpu4UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7X5aGuWyl9M/s72-c/_MG_3448+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-1829042598264385720</id><published>2008-06-11T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:36:28.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What an exciting weekend and past couple of days! Lots of exciting stuff happening in the Bonilla residence. Well, it all started on the weekend. Irv (my Hubby) and I had purchased a play yard for the kids about 3 months ago (yeah...I know, took us a while). We had been wanting to get one since Alyssa turned 2 or so but, the money was never there. Well, back in march we got a heck of a deal thru Toys r us and we made a sacrifice considering Alyssa will be five soon and Caleb 3. If we wait too long...they'll have no need for the darn thing. Okay, so we knew it was going to be an all day and possibly days thing so we needed to plan accordingly. The past couple of months have been packed with things on the weekend so...this one was perfect. Babe (my hubby, hee-hee) started working on it early saturday morning. He actually started preparing the back yard early last week but started assembling saturday. His parents came to help us out later in the evening. They worked til about 9:oo p.m. They picked up again Monday morning. Finished assembly around 1:00. Then, Irving and I kept working on the "decor" part if you want to call it that. We bought mulch, sand, sod, and soil for the finishing touches. Our backyard is really not that big, but Irving wanted to give Alyssa a garden area so that's just what he did. He did most of the work...and I'm so proud of him! He's an awesome dad, but that's a totally different post! Anyway, the kids absolutely love it back there. They are there first thing in the morning and evening, and every chance they get. Irv is loving it to! He's been out there everyday with them. They're so happy which makes me...very happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAhPgFX9FI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ba2QKnAqc40/s1600-h/_MG_3309+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210701319061894226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAhPgFX9FI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ba2QKnAqc40/s320/_MG_3309+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAftCHtaFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wH_sLSLWJLw/s1600-h/_MG_3310+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210699627391445074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAftCHtaFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wH_sLSLWJLw/s320/_MG_3310+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAi5NIK2RI/AAAAAAAAADI/AMkV9fVVMAk/s1600-h/_MG_3323+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210703135039478034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAi5NIK2RI/AAAAAAAAADI/AMkV9fVVMAk/s320/_MG_3323+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAi5fG29xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rovp0OeV1SU/s1600-h/_MG_3324+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210703139865818898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAi5fG29xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rovp0OeV1SU/s320/_MG_3324+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFApu4NTTxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H7MsOzT7_gk/s1600-h/_MG_3326+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210710654206562066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFApu4NTTxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H7MsOzT7_gk/s320/_MG_3326+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFApvsAEkwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rzUdr9Jl5Y0/s1600-h/_MG_3331+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210710668109714178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFApvsAEkwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rzUdr9Jl5Y0/s320/_MG_3331+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAmngAfwdI/AAAAAAAAADw/-EiF917f1gk/s1600-h/_MG_3335+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210707228916433362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAmngAfwdI/AAAAAAAAADw/-EiF917f1gk/s320/_MG_3335+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAmRMzOLSI/AAAAAAAAADo/GQxJTPf3Kl0/s1600-h/_MG_3345+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210706845803359522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAmRMzOLSI/AAAAAAAAADo/GQxJTPf3Kl0/s320/_MG_3345+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAl4OimktI/AAAAAAAAADg/AS7_WJKZTDI/s1600-h/_MG_3400+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210706416773796562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAl4OimktI/AAAAAAAAADg/AS7_WJKZTDI/s320/_MG_3400+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAleC2iFwI/AAAAAAAAADY/nlO90lQfw3g/s1600-h/_MG_3411+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210705966959564546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAleC2iFwI/AAAAAAAAADY/nlO90lQfw3g/s320/_MG_3411+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFApwNmDZ6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/tyLjmmu-eg0/s1600-h/_MG_3414+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210710677127391138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFApwNmDZ6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/tyLjmmu-eg0/s320/_MG_3414+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for a special post on a special person in my life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-1829042598264385720?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/1829042598264385720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=1829042598264385720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1829042598264385720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/1829042598264385720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SFAhPgFX9FI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ba2QKnAqc40/s72-c/_MG_3309+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-6850401566609986432</id><published>2008-06-04T22:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:28:43.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Two days in a row! Impressive or what? Well, I've had a somewhat interesting day today. Some would say stressful however, don't like to use the blog world to depress or unmotivate anyone so...we'll leave it at interesting! I've been working on SDUI's main june kit and I'm 99% done. I had done the layouts however, the tricky part for me are picking my photos! That's what makes a page for me! I take forever to pick the pictures I want to use because, well, I take a zillion photos. It's like trying to pick your favorite family member. You like them all (ok...a bit of a stretch but whatever)! Anyway, I chose to do the kit on my nieces. I have 4 beautiful little and not so little-young girls that I'm blessed to call my nieces. They are beautiful and very special to me, which is why I chose to make them my highlight this month. I'm hoping to be totally done with the layouts by tomorrow so check out span &gt;www.shopsdui.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; soon to view the june kit and my idea layouts. Its late but my night is far from over so, I should say good bye but, not without showing off my cutie patootie girls first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYTK0rYRI/AAAAAAAAACY/N6ojpMY7Qss/s1600-h/_MG_2875+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208228580423328018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYTK0rYRI/AAAAAAAAACY/N6ojpMY7Qss/s400/_MG_2875+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYTq0rYSI/AAAAAAAAACg/08jD_RTesFY/s1600-h/_MG_3193+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208228589013262626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYTq0rYSI/AAAAAAAAACg/08jD_RTesFY/s400/_MG_3193+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYT60rYTI/AAAAAAAAACo/c0_30m_tRgw/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208228593308229938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYT60rYTI/AAAAAAAAACo/c0_30m_tRgw/s400/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYUa0rYUI/AAAAAAAAACw/9x8WBSe-vo0/s1600-h/IMG_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208228601898164546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYUa0rYUI/AAAAAAAAACw/9x8WBSe-vo0/s400/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Good night and God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-6850401566609986432?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/6850401566609986432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=6850401566609986432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6850401566609986432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/6850401566609986432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/06/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEdYTK0rYRI/AAAAAAAAACY/N6ojpMY7Qss/s72-c/_MG_2875+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-8194558762630335186</id><published>2008-06-03T13:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:59:05.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>but here I am! I wish I could find the time to blog more but, there are other priorities in my life. Someday! Well, lots has happened since the last time I posted. We went on a wonderful camping trip with my family. I had a great time. The weather was perfect. Not too hot and the nights were cool (especially the second night). We also shared in a family birthday party and a church picnic. Tons of fun which came along with tons of pictures! I'm so inlove with my camera. I've never talked about my camera since I started the blog however, it's my third child! I Carry her every where I go! Never leave her in the car and even if I'm going out and know I'm not going to use her...I still take her with me (I admit, I fear someone will break in and take it!), plus, what good parent leaves their child home alone? And just like you take extra pampers with you when you have a small child, I always have an extra fully charged battery pack in case of an emergency! Yup, I know. I have issues but hey, I'm an aspiring photographer who loves the art! Oh, for those of you who want to know, she is a Canon Rebel XTi...and her name is (ha! Just kidding). Actually, I am going to name her and I will blog on the reveal of her name...cool? Anyway, I must go now. Just wanted to let everyone know I was still alive! Be blessed! Here are some pics...&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWF_a0rYGI/AAAAAAAAABA/PQddla1b4zM/s1600-h/_MG_2688+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207715868702367842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWF_a0rYGI/AAAAAAAAABA/PQddla1b4zM/s400/_MG_2688+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWF_60rYHI/AAAAAAAAABI/BxEUJY0kxTA/s1600-h/_MG_2742+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207715877292302450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWF_60rYHI/AAAAAAAAABI/BxEUJY0kxTA/s400/_MG_2742+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWGAa0rYII/AAAAAAAAABQ/nqnxrC0u--Y/s1600-h/_MG_2774+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207715885882237058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWGAa0rYII/AAAAAAAAABQ/nqnxrC0u--Y/s400/_MG_2774+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWGAq0rYJI/AAAAAAAAABY/gulGO6skY_o/s1600-h/kayedit+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207715890177204370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWGAq0rYJI/AAAAAAAAABY/gulGO6skY_o/s400/kayedit+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWPL60rYPI/AAAAAAAAACI/B5pQI26zJkw/s1600-h/_MG_2862+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWPL60rYPI/AAAAAAAAACI/B5pQI26zJkw/s400/_MG_2862+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207725979055382770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWKzK0rYLI/AAAAAAAAABo/d5U7sZf3x8k/s1600-h/_MG_2904+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207721155807109298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWKzK0rYLI/AAAAAAAAABo/d5U7sZf3x8k/s400/_MG_2904+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWKz60rYMI/AAAAAAAAABw/6Xj6Jf0rJXE/s1600-h/_MG_2889+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207721168692011202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWKz60rYMI/AAAAAAAAABw/6Xj6Jf0rJXE/s400/_MG_2889+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWK0a0rYNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4zCueMATQlg/s1600-h/_MG_2971+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207721177281945810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWK0a0rYNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4zCueMATQlg/s400/_MG_2971+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWK0q0rYOI/AAAAAAAAACA/jVy-8IEp-uo/s1600-h/_MG_3118+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207721181576913122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWK0q0rYOI/AAAAAAAAACA/jVy-8IEp-uo/s400/_MG_3118+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWPMK0rYQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v8q-iJj2RAU/s1600-h/_MG_3109+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWPMK0rYQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v8q-iJj2RAU/s400/_MG_3109+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207725983350350082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-8194558762630335186?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/8194558762630335186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=8194558762630335186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8194558762630335186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/8194558762630335186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SEWF_a0rYGI/AAAAAAAAABA/PQddla1b4zM/s72-c/_MG_2688+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-4645165822929207889</id><published>2008-05-15T12:59:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:20:26.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Hi Peoples! Well, I was kinda busy last week as I am this week! I still wanted to take a moment and Bless all those special mommies out there! It's a hard job, the one of a mother, and I just wanted to take a minute and say...You're special and it's all worth it! Hope you all had a wonderful time with you family on Mother's day. One of the reasons I was so busy last week was because my darling Alyssa wanted to make mother's day cards for all her aunts, her grandmother's, and the other special mommies in her life. I knew it wasn't going to be an easy project so I got started early in the week...we had 12 cards to make! Anyway, we finished by thursday and she was very happy with them. Here she is making the cards.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SCxuTI4ojrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dzW2DVG3Wiw/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SCxuTI4ojrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dzW2DVG3Wiw/s320/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200652944787672754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SCxuUI4ojsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oxTjD5BAjgQ/s1600-h/IMG_2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SCxuUI4ojsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oxTjD5BAjgQ/s320/IMG_2394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200652961967541954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SCxuUo4ojtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vRRorQDmViA/s1600-h/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SCxuUo4ojtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vRRorQDmViA/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200652970557476562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, of course I forgot to take a picture of the final product! Whatever, I could only do so much! Anyways, I'm off now to continue my busy day. My son is sicky poo and he's clingy...know what I mean? Well, hope you all have a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-4645165822929207889?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/4645165822929207889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=4645165822929207889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4645165822929207889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/4645165822929207889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-belated-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Belated Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/SCxuTI4ojrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dzW2DVG3Wiw/s72-c/IMG_2392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-7750277489407347632</id><published>2008-05-05T13:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:29:19.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Haven't had a chance to post again but I've been meaning to. Had a great weekend! While many celebrated NSD scrapping...I pampered myself a little. Woke up really early and my sister Beth and I drive really far to go get our haircut (don't trust many people with my short hair...this lady is awesome!) Came home and bonded with the children for a little. The hubby took off with our bro in law and nephew to go watch Ironman...they enjoyed it. My sis took off with the kids for a little while I went to get my feet done...they look super cute by the way! Then, chilled for the rest of the day. I was able to work on 3 layouts with weekend using the May kit from Scrapbook Designs. I hadn't mentioned it on my blog before, (I was testing the waters), but my darling sister has honored me in making me part of her design team...she obviously likes my work or something? I join two other great and talented women on the team, Ady, and Dayami. I love their work! This was very unexpected! I was like..."okay, how much time is this going to take cause I don't have much left over". She got me all siked so...I said yes. So far, It's worked out. I do most of my scrapping super late at night when everyone is asleep. I sacrifice my sleep but it's worth it! With this kit I'm working on an album titled "Special Women in My Life". It's coming along. I'm more than half way done. I decided instead of journaling with my own words, I'd use a bible verse that describe each woman to me. It's a little harder that way but...I'm having fun! Well, this is it for now...my free time is up. The kids finished their snacks and are now both sitting on the computer chair with me! That's a sign that my time is up! &lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookdui.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.scrapbookdui.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for more info on the kits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-7750277489407347632?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/7750277489407347632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=7750277489407347632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7750277489407347632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/7750277489407347632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-again.html' title='Hello again!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203135081198756058.post-788214287361425006</id><published>2008-04-30T10:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:16:47.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm finally here! It took me a while but after some pushing from my darling older sis (Damaris) and our darling friend (Ady)...I'm an official blogger! What have I gotten myself into? I will try and post regularly however, my life is somewhat consumed by my two litte angels...Alyssa and Caleb. I'm a fulltime stay at home mom and well, I'm kept a little busy if you know what I mean! Anyways...just wanted to say hi so that's that! Let me try and get a little familiar with this blogging thing. I'm a "myspacer" so I will just try and make sense of it! Til tomorrow...hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj113/itsmemargie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1727.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 501px" height="1023" alt="Alyssa" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj113/itsmemargie/IMG_1727.jpg" width="682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj113/itsmemargie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1741.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="562" alt="Caleb" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj113/itsmemargie/IMG_1741.jpg" width="882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203135081198756058-788214287361425006?l=itsmemargie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/feeds/788214287361425006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203135081198756058&amp;postID=788214287361425006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/788214287361425006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203135081198756058/posts/default/788214287361425006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmemargie.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-finally-here_30.html' title='I&apos;m finally here!'/><author><name>Margie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkFwUpoP6Bs/TTcLK9XtaRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/klrkfkOHUc0/S220/_MG_2331%2BE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
