<?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-5132832</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:15:04.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT MY DIARY, BUT MY WEEKLY...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a collection of thoughts, dreams and memories I'd like to share.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-3911512210919729422</id><published>2011-12-06T20:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:47:37.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Joke...</title><content type='html'>A boy whale and a girl whale are swimming and feeling bored.  The boy whale says &amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s have some fun, why don&amp;#39;t we go under that boat and use our blowholes to rock it?&amp;quot;.  The girl whale says &amp;quot;ok&amp;quot; and they do. - Then the boy whale says &amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s have some more fun, let&amp;#39;s rock the boat so hard that we knock the crew overboard!&amp;quot;. The girl whale says &amp;quot;ok&amp;quot; and they do. &lt;p&gt;Then the boy whale says &amp;quot;You know what would be the most fun?... If we ate some of the sailors!!&amp;quot;. - The girl whale slaps him hard across the face and says &amp;quot;Look, I agreed to the blowjob but I&amp;#39;m not swallowing any &amp;quot;seamen&amp;quot;.  :D&lt;p&gt;Thanks Chuck&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-3911512210919729422?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/3911512210919729422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/12/classic-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/3911512210919729422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/3911512210919729422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/12/classic-joke.html' title='Classic Joke...'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-8019954646792375902</id><published>2011-10-22T22:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:24:14.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on vacation...</title><content type='html'>That's right, it's vacation time and I am in Colombia visiting my dad again. I love coming home and spending time with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-8019954646792375902?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/8019954646792375902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-on-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8019954646792375902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8019954646792375902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-on-vacation.html' title='I&apos;m on vacation...'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-4258188426482341954</id><published>2011-09-12T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T01:41:49.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11... 10th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I didn't have the time, energy or inclination to post anything yesterday. So today, September 12, one day after the 10th Anniversary of the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center I am writing what's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxtxr8A8rJ8/Tm6173eutGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-cWd5GvmAPk/s1600/september+11+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxtxr8A8rJ8/Tm6173eutGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-cWd5GvmAPk/s320/september+11+pic.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years I'm still in mourning. I feel the pain and the anger just like I felt it on that Tuesday morning and on the days that followed. It's amazing and quite sad that on any given day, I can break into tears when I think of or dare speak of that day; needless to say yesterday was a very difficult day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the World Trade Center Memorial with Joseph and his family, his mom had been selected as a reader. After the memorial we all went back to Brooklyn and people started to arrive at the house... family members, cousins from out of state, friends, neighbors. Some stayed briefly, others stayed for hours. It was a beautiful gathering, like a celebration filled with joy and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I held it together as I always do although at the same time somewhat removed. Today on the other hand has been especially tough. Back to work, with all these emotions bottled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much more I can say right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Donald J. Regan. We all miss you...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;specially your brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-304a9b609b2136f6" 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://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D304a9b609b2136f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331827954%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D347BD0D384813CDDBAF73E25FCE38728E62B10E8.321A5585B9146D2CEE8F1BEC438644159C9AEB5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D304a9b609b2136f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx5D56knKa3RTn0EuT-xcXZwf_sk&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://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D304a9b609b2136f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331827954%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D347BD0D384813CDDBAF73E25FCE38728E62B10E8.321A5585B9146D2CEE8F1BEC438644159C9AEB5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D304a9b609b2136f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx5D56knKa3RTn0EuT-xcXZwf_sk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-4258188426482341954?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/4258188426482341954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/09/911-10th-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4258188426482341954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4258188426482341954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/09/911-10th-anniversary.html' title='9/11... 10th Anniversary'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxtxr8A8rJ8/Tm6173eutGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-cWd5GvmAPk/s72-c/september+11+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-5051123651487648319</id><published>2011-07-19T00:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:32:49.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Space... the Final frontier</title><content type='html'>Since the launch of the &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/videogallery/index.html?media_id=100244431"&gt;Space Shuttle Atlantis&lt;/a&gt; back on July 8th,&amp;nbsp;I've been following Astronaut &lt;a href="http://fragileoasis.org/"&gt;Ron Garan&lt;/a&gt;, aka &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/astro_ron"&gt;@Astro_Ron&lt;/a&gt;, on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;. I've also been checking out &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/home/index.html"&gt;NASA&lt;/a&gt;'s multimedia &lt;a href="http://www.jwst.nasa.gov/videos_general_3.html"&gt;video gallery&lt;/a&gt; and their &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gsfc/"&gt;Goddard Pix Flickr&lt;/a&gt; page. I just can't seem to ge enough "space" stuff these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my eyes, I can't contain my joy, I am beside myself watching those videos and pictures of our beautiful blue planet.&amp;nbsp;It is amazing to me that I can be watching a video of the earth taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/station/cooperation/index.html"&gt;ISS&lt;/a&gt;, the knowledge that I am on that earth down below, kind of "&lt;em&gt;watching my selft&lt;/em&gt;" from above. Does that make sence? I guess the best way I can describe my feelings is... it's like an outter body experience. How could I "&lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt;" in two places at the same time? I've said it before and I'll say it again... I love the age I'm living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I must express my gratitude to the thousands who over the &lt;strike&gt;years&lt;/strike&gt; decades have made a generation's dreams of fanstic voyages possible. And now I am looking forward to what will be next... There's talk of perhaps going back to the Moon (but I don't think it likely). There's the &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/videogallery/index.html?media_id=11914081"&gt;Webb Space Telescope&lt;/a&gt;, human's travel to Mars or asteroids, what other dreams are waiting to become reality? Only time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-5051123651487648319?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/5051123651487648319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/07/space-final-frontier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5051123651487648319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5051123651487648319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/07/space-final-frontier.html' title='Space... the Final frontier'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-7840574383192305936</id><published>2011-07-13T19:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:03:33.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father and Son: STS-1 and STS-135</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/arockalypse/5921961525/" title="Father and Son: STS-1 and STS-135"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6122/5921961525_2ddc0b2a00.jpg" alt="Father and Son: STS-1 and STS-135 by arockalypse" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/arockalypse/5921961525/"&gt;Father and Son: STS-1 and STS-135&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/arockalypse/"&gt;arockalypse&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Via Flickr:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture we waited 30 years to complete. (hi reddit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This father and son team share this picture, the title says it all. They attended the first Space Shuttle launch in April 1980, and this month attended the last launch for the Shuttle program (aka, the end of an era). It's a great composition. This is not only a nice shot, but one of those pics that evokes emotion and even reflection when you look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of my relationship with my dad. How I look at him many times and think about the passage of time. I think of him when he was my age and I was a kid and how my definition of "him" has changed over the years. - Now at 43, I see my boyfriend's daughter getting ready for prom, graduating high school and soon starting college, and I think of my dad when I was Katie's age. I understand so much now.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also reminds me of that bond that dad and I have always shared over photography. I suppose that since I was very little I wanted to be just like my dad. And I modeled my hobbies, interests, views, so many thinks after him. And photography was always one of those fun, challanging, "anything you can do, I can do better" things between us. I'm sure that at some point came a time when one of my "shots" made him realize the inevitable.... that now his daughter has aquired enough knowledge and experience that she has outdone him (although he would never admit it). Perhaps he has felt the way I feel now. Maybe he has looked at me and seen himself 30 years ago and also wondered about the passage of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my dad and I see my past, my heritage, my future.... I wonder what he sees when he looks at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-7840574383192305936?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/7840574383192305936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/07/father-and-son-sts-1-and-sts-135.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7840574383192305936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7840574383192305936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/07/father-and-son-sts-1-and-sts-135.html' title='Father and Son: STS-1 and STS-135'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6122/5921961525_2ddc0b2a00_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-4045578842711338162</id><published>2011-07-13T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:59:32.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey soul sister.... ain't that Mr. Mister...</title><content type='html'>I am soooo loving this song, I can't get it out of my mind, so here it is. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kVpv8-5XWOI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-4045578842711338162?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/4045578842711338162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-soul-sister-aint-that-mr-mister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4045578842711338162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4045578842711338162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-soul-sister-aint-that-mr-mister.html' title='hey soul sister.... ain&apos;t that Mr. Mister...'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kVpv8-5XWOI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-2917128332046013513</id><published>2011-06-30T12:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:01:36.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Korean clock lady</title><content type='html'>One of my friends posted this on YouTube and I couldn&amp;#39;t resist, I have to share it. While it is hilarious I must give fair warning... It is an audio clip from the Howard Stern show, got it? Ready to laugh....  ::click::&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tHMvdBP2RQ&amp;amp;sns=em"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tHMvdBP2RQ&amp;amp;sns=em&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks Em and Nikki &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-2917128332046013513?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/2917128332046013513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/korean-clock-lady.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/2917128332046013513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/2917128332046013513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/korean-clock-lady.html' title='The Korean clock lady'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-2862634865904939913</id><published>2011-06-27T01:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T02:28:35.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Step aside Whole Foods &amp; Trader Joe's </title><content type='html'>So I was checking up on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/patriciad67"&gt;tweeter&lt;/a&gt; and came across this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYkw7Jx6Xnw&amp;sns=em"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. It&amp;#39;s a video for a new grocery store (chain?) opening in Austin, Texas this year. It is called &lt;a href="http://in.gredients.com/"&gt;in.gredients&lt;/a&gt; and their idea is to sell everything sans packaging. That&amp;#39;s right, since Bring Your Own Bag has done so well, the new thing is going to be Bring Your Own Container. I love it!&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s how grocery shopping was done when I was little (maybe not entirely, but almost). I really hope they do well in TX and eventually come to NY. I know I would be more than happy to do my part in reducing packaging waste. As far as I&amp;#39;m concerned, I always want to do my part to keep my earth healthy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYkw7Jx6Xnw&amp;amp;sns=em"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYkw7Jx6Xnw&amp;amp;sns=em&lt;/a&gt; (via @Alyssa_Milano)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-2862634865904939913?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/2862634865904939913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/step-aside-whole-foods-trader-joes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/2862634865904939913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/2862634865904939913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/step-aside-whole-foods-trader-joes.html' title='Step aside Whole Foods &amp; Trader Joe&apos;s '/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-7559874299334740247</id><published>2011-06-25T00:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:39:41.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same-sex Marriage bill approved tonight </title><content type='html'>Finally, NY state became the 6th state in the Union to approve a same-sex marriage bill. It was signed into law by Governor Andrew Cuomo just before midnight and it will go into full effect in 30 days.  &lt;p&gt;As a New Yorker, I am so proud of this huge step forward that the senate took tonight. I&amp;#39;ve been following this closely for a while now and have been waiting all week for the bill to go to the floor for vote. And tonight, when I got a news alert that it would, I got very excited and frantically searched every news outlet on my iPhone for live coverage. Once I got home turned to NY1 and watched the last 4 senators speak their vote. &lt;p&gt;Once the bill was officially passed by a vote of 33-29, I was so excited!!  I really felt like celebrating. Although I am not gay, this vote means a lot to me. As a human being, as a woman and as an immigrant, I believe in every one&amp;#39;s right to be equal. As a New Yorker, I believe in tolerance and acceptance; I have the hope that NY State will continue to be a leader in raising social consciousness and bringing change to our country. &lt;p&gt;My wish tonight is for presidential support in the same-sex marriage issue and as an American, I hope that one day we and generations to come will look back and know that this was the right, the logical, the only way to go. Much like today we look back at the civil rights movement or women&amp;#39;s lib. &lt;p&gt;And wouldn&amp;#39;t you know it.... this is Gay Pride week. How perfect. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-7559874299334740247?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/7559874299334740247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/same-sex-marriage-bill-approved-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7559874299334740247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7559874299334740247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/same-sex-marriage-bill-approved-tonight.html' title='Same-sex Marriage bill approved tonight '/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-6432889591003170778</id><published>2011-06-23T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:49:01.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain...</title><content type='html'>I attended a zumba class at my gym thee days ago and loved it! What a great workout and I loved moving to the music. However, I was left with incredible knee and some hip pain. I iced my knees that night and by morning they were as good as new. But my hip pain remained and has been getting a little worse each day. Now it&amp;#39;s so bad that I couldn&amp;#39;t sleep last night and today I almost can&amp;#39;t walk. Even just lying down is painful. I just hope I didn&amp;#39;t do any damage. Ohhhh, the pain...&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-6432889591003170778?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/6432889591003170778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/6432889591003170778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/6432889591003170778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/pain.html' title='The pain...'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-8767106312401402694</id><published>2011-06-15T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:15:22.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel pretty, oh so pretty... </title><content type='html'>I just love getting compliments from strangers. I&amp;#39;ve been asked what fragrance I&amp;#39;m wearing 3 times this month, and today I was told &amp;quot;how beautiful you look today&amp;quot; by one of the not so friendly ladies on my block. &lt;p&gt;I must admit, I am feeling beautiful these days. Losing those dreaded 20 lbs was an incredible boost to my confidence. And since I&amp;#39;ve been exercising and going to my belly dance class I have seen a change in my body. For the first time in my life I have a waist! I really feel beautiful. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-8767106312401402694?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/8767106312401402694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-feel-pretty-oh-so-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8767106312401402694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8767106312401402694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-feel-pretty-oh-so-pretty.html' title='I feel pretty, oh so pretty... '/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-4267829827654260842</id><published>2011-06-10T23:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:25:26.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why must the critters come out?</title><content type='html'>We&amp;#39;ve been having some crazy hot days in NY lately and yesterday it rained like nobody&amp;#39;s business. So of course when I came home today, I found a  little surprise in my shower... a nasty waterbug. I swear, I hate bugs but spiders, waterbugs and millipedes totally freak me out. &lt;p&gt;I had to deal with the nasty mutant bug by myself and by the time I was done I was exhausted. I think my blood pressure was thru the roof. I tell you, handling bugs is definitely a man&amp;#39;s job. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-4267829827654260842?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/4267829827654260842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-must-critters-come-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4267829827654260842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4267829827654260842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-must-critters-come-out.html' title='Why must the critters come out?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-3919496594867147998</id><published>2011-06-09T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:21:55.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a geek-wanna-be</title><content type='html'>So I spent a good chunk of time updating this site today, and I must say I am pleased with myself. I still have to tweek the background a bit, but over all.... I'm happy with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-3919496594867147998?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/3919496594867147998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/such-geek-wanna-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/3919496594867147998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/3919496594867147998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2011/06/such-geek-wanna-be.html' title='Such a geek-wanna-be'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-3545668798446674635</id><published>2010-10-27T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:38:34.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Endoscopy's done</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from my endoscopy, it was quick, just 15 minutes and I was asleep the whole time. I was very nervous before the procedure but dr. Arco the anesthesiologist was so nice, he really put me at ease when he told me he was there to tale care of me. &lt;p&gt;Now I just have to wait for the meds to wear off and then I get to go home and the waiting game begins again. Hopefully the results won&amp;#39;t show anything bad; my fear is my mom&amp;#39;s history of stomach cancer. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-3545668798446674635?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/3545668798446674635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2010/10/endoscopys-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/3545668798446674635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/3545668798446674635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2010/10/endoscopys-done.html' title='Endoscopy&apos;s done'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-5888763922604580018</id><published>2010-10-26T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:47:12.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can&amp;#39;t even remember the last time I was here. &lt;p&gt;Quick update: lots of doctor appointments the last few months; everything from GP, to gastroenterologist, eye ear throat, Gyn and soon fertility. All if a sudden this year I feel like my body is falling apart at the seams and sometimes I feel I can&amp;#39;t cope with it. I&amp;#39;ve always enjoyed good health but now I feel sick constantly and the doctors can&amp;#39;t find anything wrong with me. &lt;p&gt;And wouldn&amp;#39;t you know it, now that I decided it&amp;#39;s time to start a family, it looks like I can&amp;#39;t do it on my own. Feels like my body&amp;#39;s giving up on me. These days it&amp;#39;s so hard to stay positive and find something to be happy about. And to add to my worries money is tight, as usual. And worrying about $ can really mess up a lot of things... I can&amp;#39;t wait for this year to be over and hopefully 2011 will be better. At least I hope so. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-5888763922604580018?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/5888763922604580018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5888763922604580018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5888763922604580018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long...'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-5568483146600455988</id><published>2010-09-25T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T15:57:11.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Colbert fills the seats at House hearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;      &lt;p&gt;I love Strphen Colbert's humor;&lt;img src="http://m.localwireless.com/b/ss/lsnm088/5/853231854?D=..&amp;amp;gn=wireless&amp;amp;h1=wabc&amp;amp;v13=..User-Agent" alt="wabc" width="5" height="5"&gt;this from WABC news in NY:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="bold"&gt;Comic Colbert fills the seats at House hearing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.localwireless.com/images/icon/video.gif" alt="video"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://211.43.148.137/10001/404AE/UNKNOWNLSN_00000051.3gp"&gt;view video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;br&gt;Stephen Colbert testifies on Capitol Hill&lt;br&gt;Updated on: 2010-09-24 18:04:55&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="light"&gt;Story posted &lt;span class="bold"&gt;2010.09.24 at 06:04 PM EDT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.localwireless.com/wap/image?id=11601145&amp;amp;size=240" alt="7ToGo News"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking his blowhard comedy act to Congress, Stephen Colbert told lawmakers that a day picking beans alongside illegal immigrants convinced him that farm work is "really, really hard." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It turns out - and I did not know this - most soil is at ground level," Colbert testified Friday. Also, "It was hotter than I like to be." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, Colbert expressed befuddlement that more Americans aren't clamoring to "begin an exciting career" in the fields and instead are leaving the low-paid work to illegal immigrants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Staying in character as a Comedy Central news commentator, Colbert offered a House hearing his "vast" knowledge, drawn from spending a single day on a New York farm as a guest of the United Farm Workers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The union launched its "Take Our Jobs" campaign to back up its claim that few Americans would do the work of farm laborers, the vast majority of whom are in the U.S. illegally. Only seven people accepted the jobs, the union said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colbert pleaded with lawmakers to do something about the farm labor issue because "I am not going back out there." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A House bill that creates a pathway to citizenship for illegal immigrants has been filed and another is being drafted in the Senate but Congress is due to recess soon to focus on fall elections. The bills, or pieces of them, could come up in a lame-duck session after the November balloting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the immigration subcommittee hearing began, House Judiciary Chairman John Conyers praised Colbert for drawing a roomful of onlookers and photographers. Then he asked the comedian to leave the room - and to leave the job of testifying to the expert witnesses, including Farm Workers President Arturo Rodriguez. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You run your show, we run the committee," said Conyers, D-Mich. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was some grumbling from lawmakers about Colbert testifying in character. It's not unusual for actors to appear at hearings, but they're normally speaking as themselves. Congress has heard testimony from the Sesame Street puppet Elmo, however. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colbert said he was there at the invitation of subcommittee Chairwoman Zoe Lofgren, D-Calif. And Conyers later gave him the go-ahead, apparently hoping Colbert's performance would counter the testimony of a political science professor who said illegal immigrants were competing with black and Hispanic citizens for jobs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colbert wiped his brow and launched into his mock right-wing schtick, demanding that lawmakers do something about the agriculture industry's dependence on immigrant labor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm not a fan of the government doing anything," Colbert insisted. "But I've got to ask, Why isn't the government doing anything?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colbert's humor drew guffaws from the audience and several Democrats on the subcommittee. But most of the Republicans sat stone-faced. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Maybe we should be spending less time watching Comedy Central and more time considering all the real jobs that are out there," said Rep. Steve King, R-Iowa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the close of the hearing, Colbert dropped his TV persona and turned serious, saying he was using his celebrity to bring attention to farm labor because "these seem to be the least of my brothers." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Right now migrant workers suffer and have no rights," Colbert said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;br&gt; Online:   &lt;a href="http://TakeOurJobs.org"&gt;TakeOurJobs.org&lt;/a&gt;  ,   &lt;a href="http://ColbertNation.com"&gt;ColbertNation.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="light"&gt;Story posted &lt;span class="bold"&gt;2010.09.24 at 06:04 PM EDT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr&gt;  &lt;p class="gray" style=";"&gt;All material ©  2010 WABC-TV, Inc. &amp;amp; 2004-2010 LSN, Inc.  All Rights Reserved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="gray"&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-5568483146600455988?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/5568483146600455988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2010/09/comic-colbert-fills-seats-at-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5568483146600455988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5568483146600455988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2010/09/comic-colbert-fills-seats-at-house.html' title='Comic Colbert fills the seats at House hearing'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-8486689608439175425</id><published>2010-01-29T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:45:06.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPACE.com -- Biggest and Brightest Full Moon of 2010 Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.space.com/spacewatch/biggest-full-moon-2010-100129-tm.html"&gt;SPACE.com -- Biggest and Brightest Full Moon of 2010 Tonight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I saw a full lunar eclipse was in my ocean front balcony in warm, beautiful Puerto Rico. Tonight I am back in NY,  freezing my ass off and recovering from surgery. What's wrong with this picture???...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-8486689608439175425?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.space.com/spacewatch/biggest-full-moon-2010-100129-tm.html' title='SPACE.com -- Biggest and Brightest Full Moon of 2010 Tonight'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/8486689608439175425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2010/01/spacecom-biggest-and-brightest-full.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8486689608439175425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8486689608439175425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2010/01/spacecom-biggest-and-brightest-full.html' title='SPACE.com -- Biggest and Brightest Full Moon of 2010 Tonight'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-7733827250728949157</id><published>2009-08-04T17:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:08:13.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken a la Carte by Ferdinand Dimadura</title><content type='html'>Check out this video on YouTube:&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sn5PdFbmT9A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sn5PdFbmT9A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-7733827250728949157?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/7733827250728949157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/08/chicken-la-carte-by-ferdinand-dimadura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7733827250728949157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7733827250728949157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/08/chicken-la-carte-by-ferdinand-dimadura.html' title='Chicken a la Carte by Ferdinand Dimadura'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-5369975265853363597</id><published>2009-04-27T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:18:59.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going on vacation</title><content type='html'>The countdown for vacation is on!  I'm going back home in May for 10 days, I can't wait. This time I want to spend a few days in Bogota, I want to visit my old school, walk through the city and visit a couple of meaningful places. I also want to go party a little, I'm looking forward to a couple of nights of dancing and fun!! woohooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get some shopping done and lose a few pounds before vacation. Got my work cut out for me.  ::sigh::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-5369975265853363597?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/5369975265853363597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-going-on-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5369975265853363597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5369975265853363597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-going-on-vacation.html' title='I&apos;m going on vacation'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-1159407791377492415</id><published>2009-02-28T20:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:22:58.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ustedes viven en el despecho</title><content type='html'>While I was on vacation in Colombia last fall, I was touring the country with my dad. It was a wonderful experience to be alone with him in the car driving through my beautiful country, talking about anything and everything. While in one of our conversations I made some statements about the internal struggle I have lived all my life; as a Colombian immigrant child who grew up missing her home, her family, her culture and so much more in a strange land, and at the same time having grown a New Yorker full of energy and passion for all that is American (and now global). I don't belong neither here nor there, I don't feel complete in either place. His reply was "ustedes viven en el despecho". I broke into tears, for he was so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I sit here today, surfing the net and listening to Colombian music. Until a song plays that hits me in the heart and transports me to my childhood and memories of my family and life as it was, and I break into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was some way I could change things, find fulfillment. But as I imagine many or perhaps any immigrant can understand, this is the high price we pay for wanting more. For wanting something better. Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-1159407791377492415?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/1159407791377492415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/02/ustedes-viven-en-el-despecho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/1159407791377492415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/1159407791377492415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/02/ustedes-viven-en-el-despecho.html' title='Ustedes viven en el despecho'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-8290662860502542946</id><published>2009-02-25T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:56:51.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlantic City, here I come!!</title><content type='html'>That's right! I am going to Atlantic City for 3 days next week. I am so excited to have that mini get away. I am going with Anna and her daughter and we are planning on having lots of fun at the roulette tables and eating plenty at the buffets. I hope it won't be too terribly cold so we can walk around town a bit, and maybe enjoy the boardwalk as well. Ofcourse I am also hoping that Lady Luck will be on our side; it would be great to come home with a couple of extra bucks in my pocket. -  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-8290662860502542946?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/8290662860502542946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/02/atlantic-city-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8290662860502542946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8290662860502542946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/02/atlantic-city-here-i-come.html' title='Atlantic City, here I come!!'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-8248571459943323737</id><published>2009-02-25T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:25:37.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you date?</title><content type='html'>That's what someone asked me today when he found out I'm single. And my answer was: not really, I work long hours and I'm a homebody anyway. The days of clubbing and late nights were over a long time ago, isn't that sad? But honestly, I just don't have the energy for it anymore. &lt;p&gt;As it turns out, he is also single, also works long hours and doesn't date much. Hmmm... I don't really want to think too much about it, because J. Is still trying to hang around, making the same promesses he's made many times before. It wouldn't be fair to any of us for me to even try dating this guy right now. Too bad, because he's really cute and he has a job! &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-8248571459943323737?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/8248571459943323737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-you-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8248571459943323737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8248571459943323737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-you-date.html' title='Don&apos;t you date?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-7888982772301793712</id><published>2009-02-08T00:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:45:03.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2009</title><content type='html'>Already, 2009. I'm hoping this year I will post more often than in the past, but I can't promise anything. Let's start with a recap of January:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been poking around in &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=735681686&amp;amp;v=info&amp;amp;viewas=735681686"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; a lot. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I connected with a cousin I haven't seen since childhood, although I get updates on her life from an aunt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started looking into leaving New York and moving to Phoenix. It's time to leave and start something new; hopefully something better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm looking for a new job. I'm not happy in the company where I work, and I'm in desperate need for a change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've continued my French lessons and I am enjoying them very much. I feel I'm learning a lot and those 20-30 minutes I spend listening to the podcasts give me a break from the things that worry me and keep me stressed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My lovelife has taken a turn for the worse; I don't think there's fixing it this time    ::sigh::&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's what's going on in a nutshell. As usual, not a whole lot but then again, my job doesn't allow me a whole lot of time for myself. But that's going to change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-7888982772301793712?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/7888982772301793712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7888982772301793712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7888982772301793712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-2009.html' title='It&apos;s 2009'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-629487401037640158</id><published>2008-12-30T19:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:28:56.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment ca va?</title><content type='html'>Ca va bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for my first attempt at writing in French? That's right, I am taking French lessons... I never thought I would do this. I found some podcasts which are quite fun and easy to follow and so I am trying to learn a new language. A fourth language.... wow, I feel so smart! :) The only drawback is that since they are podcasts, I am only listening to the lessons. They offer a Premium Membership which includes visuals, so you can see the vocabulary, phrases and so on, but ofcourse you have to pay for this and right now that doesn't fit in the budget. But hey, training the ear and learning the pronunciation is hard enough for now. It's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci, &lt;a href="http://coffeebreakfrench.com/"&gt;Coffee Break French&lt;/a&gt; et &lt;a href="http://radiolingua.com/"&gt;Radio Lingua Network&lt;/a&gt;. A la prochaine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-629487401037640158?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/629487401037640158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/12/comment-ca-va.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/629487401037640158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/629487401037640158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/12/comment-ca-va.html' title='Comment ca va?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-7436132463203658786</id><published>2008-12-16T20:56:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:23:00.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SUhiGpWBHSI/AAAAAAAAADE/HGNpl0EQ8ks/s1600-h/DSC03092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280578429408845090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SUhiGpWBHSI/AAAAAAAAADE/HGNpl0EQ8ks/s200/DSC03092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a sad day... I just found out a couple of hours ago that my aunt passed away. She's been sick for a while so it's not a complete shock, but it's a loss. And again, I am here in NY and can't go and be with my family back home. I'm so sorry I can't be there for them and with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SUhhJWbWoTI/AAAAAAAAACk/PLtoljPlwOg/s1600-h/DSC03123.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SUhhJRJT-YI/AAAAAAAAACs/4Oj3BRlBWZg/s1600-h/DSC03124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280577374941084034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SUhhJRJT-YI/AAAAAAAAACs/4Oj3BRlBWZg/s200/DSC03124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SUhhuO4EJvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RfmqacgESAA/s1600-h/DSC03123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280578009987032818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SUhhuO4EJvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RfmqacgESAA/s200/DSC03123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5132832-7436132463203658786?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/7436132463203658786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-one-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7436132463203658786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7436132463203658786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-one-gone.html' title='Another one gone'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SUhiGpWBHSI/AAAAAAAAADE/HGNpl0EQ8ks/s72-c/DSC03092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-5309353854329621014</id><published>2008-12-02T21:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:51:50.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family visit</title><content type='html'>So my dad, my brother and my niece just spent a week here with us. It went by fast, especially since I don't have too much free time, but we had so much fun!! My niece is now 6 and she is amazing... I wish they didn't live so far away, I feel like I'm missing out in so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-5309353854329621014?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/5309353854329621014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5309353854329621014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5309353854329621014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-visit.html' title='Family visit'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-4666390750430866970</id><published>2008-11-02T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:48:09.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's November already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SQ4R9M9cPOI/AAAAAAAAABY/XKds2mL2aEc/s1600-h/Bandera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264164757591309538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SQ4R9M9cPOI/AAAAAAAAABY/XKds2mL2aEc/s200/Bandera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How time flies... We came back to New York in May, and so many things have happened since then. The most exciting thing of all is that I finally went back home. After 11 years I went home and spent two weeks in Colombia. It was great seeing my family after such a long time, and it was great just being there. It's an entirely different world, some things better, some not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to eat some great foods, many of which I hadn't eaten in 27 years.... can you even beging to understand what it feels like to experience something that has only lived in your memory for more than half your life? I also got to travel a bit, and see how beautiful my home is. Landscapes that lived in my memory came to life again, and overwhelmed me. I took so many pictures, I don't get tired of looking at them and I want to share them with everyone and anyone who will give me half a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can't wait to plan my next trip, which God willing will be next year. That's right, I want to go back soon, real soon; I miss my family and I miss my home. They say you can't go home again, and it's true. But you can't blame me for trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-4666390750430866970?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/4666390750430866970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-november-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4666390750430866970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4666390750430866970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-november-already.html' title='It&apos;s November already'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/SQ4R9M9cPOI/AAAAAAAAABY/XKds2mL2aEc/s72-c/Bandera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-727485261332401473</id><published>2008-05-10T09:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:03:36.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back in NYC</title><content type='html'>Well, we arrived last Tuesday and we're staying at my friend Emile's for a little while. Needless to say, I miss the warmth and bright sun of Puerto Rico, especially since it's been cold and raining here. I was out with my friend last night and it was a rainy 46 degrees at 1am. All I kept thinking was back in PR I'd be in my shorts listening to the ocean from my balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to take me a while to get used to this place again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-727485261332401473?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/727485261332401473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-back-in-nyc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/727485261332401473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/727485261332401473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-back-in-nyc.html' title='We&apos;re back in NYC'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-7655752768029333714</id><published>2008-05-06T00:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:16:28.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Puerto Rico</title><content type='html'>This is our last night in Puerto Rico and I&amp;#39;m very sad. I&amp;#39;m sad to leave this beautiful island, our fabulous apartment, friends and &amp;quot;my beach&amp;quot;. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m dreading the humid New York summers and icy cold winers. I&amp;#39;m dreading the subways, the filth and the rush and stress of the big city. I&amp;#39;m not looking forward to the &amp;quot;New York minute&amp;quot;.  But that&amp;#39;s where work is, for me and for Joseph; he&amp;#39;s only going to do one more trip on the cruises and then he&amp;#39;ll be home full time again. &lt;p&gt;The time has come... I want to get out of the city in the next couple of years. I probably won&amp;#39;t come back to Puerto Rico, but well definitelly look for a more peaceful, calmer place to live. &lt;p&gt;Good Bye Puerto Rico... Its not San Francisco, but I&amp;#39;m leaving a piece of me (of my my heart) here. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;      ____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;Be a better friend, newshound, and &lt;br&gt;know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile.  Try it now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mobile.yahoo.com/;_ylt=Ahu06i62sR8HDtDypao8Wcj9tAcJ"&gt;http://mobile.yahoo.com/;_ylt=Ahu06i62sR8HDtDypao8Wcj9tAcJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-7655752768029333714?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/7655752768029333714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-bye-puerto-rico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7655752768029333714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7655752768029333714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-bye-puerto-rico.html' title='Good Bye Puerto Rico'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-6746415438834691532</id><published>2008-04-27T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:14:50.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's home</title><content type='html'>Yes, Joseph's finally back. That's the good news; the bad news is that the car is acting up again. We have to have it towed tomorrow morning to a transmission shop to have it taken care of. I hope we can have it fixed fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything was bad today. It seems Joseph has found us a really nice apartment in NY. I hope this works out, because it's in a great neighborhood, would be close to work for me and we'd be living by the beach again!!! How exciting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-6746415438834691532?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/6746415438834691532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/6746415438834691532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/6746415438834691532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-home.html' title='He&apos;s home'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-7655094920935869538</id><published>2008-04-24T00:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:55:07.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love stuff like this</title><content type='html'>You got to admit, Bush is his own worst enemy. I swear I don't go around looking for stuff like this, I just stumble upon it. This from &lt;a href="http://maruthecrankpot.blogspot.com/"&gt;WFT is it now?&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maruthecrankpot.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-official-bush-is-worst-president.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's official: Bush is the worst president evar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disapproval of the aWol DisasterMonkey breaks all records, number of moron-Americans still high.&lt;br /&gt;Bush has set a record he'd presumably prefer to avoid: the highest disapproval rating of any president in the 70-year history of the Gallup Poll.In a USA Toady/Gallup Poll taken Friday through Sunday, 28% of Americans approve of the job Bush is doing; 69% disapprove. The approval rating matches the low point of his presidency, and the disapproval sets a new high for any president since Franklin Roosevelt.Assessments of Bush's presidency are harsh. By 69-27%, those polled say Bush's tenure in general &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/washington/2008-04-21-bushrating_N.htm?csp=34"&gt;&lt;em&gt;has been a failure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, not a success.Why do Americans hate America?Not to worry, I'm sure his numbers will go up after his appearance on "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080422/pl_nm/bush_dc_2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deal or No Deal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;" where he &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/2008/04/22/george-bush-makes-cameo-appearance-on-deal-or-no-deal/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually joked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; about the shitty economy.Asswipe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-7655094920935869538?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/7655094920935869538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-stuff-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7655094920935869538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7655094920935869538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-stuff-like-this.html' title='I love stuff like this'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-7286171199757509103</id><published>2008-04-24T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:27:54.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He'll be home soon</title><content type='html'>Yes!! Joseph will be coming home on Saturday.... only 2 ½ days to go. We're both very excited, especially since this  was his last tour away from home. Now, since we're going back to NY (oh, yeah... we decided to move back) he'll be able to stay home with me and get local work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I'm entirely happy about going back to NY; I really grew to love it here and really feel my quality of life is better here. Unfortunately, going back to NY is the better thing for us right now. But Joseph keeps telling me that we'll come back, and we still want to buy a home here. I'm just not sure it will be easy to come back once we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you one thing, I didn't shed a tear leaving NY a year and a half ago. But I've already been crying at the thought of leaving San Juan. This is going to be very hard for me, but I've accepted it and just have to get through it. At least I know I have a couple of good friends in Puerto Rico who I can keep in touch with and come back to visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-7286171199757509103?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/7286171199757509103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/04/hell-be-home-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7286171199757509103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/7286171199757509103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/04/hell-be-home-soon.html' title='He&apos;ll be home soon'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-4723159131299665620</id><published>2008-03-29T11:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:07:56.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>I just heard about &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt; in CNN. I remember when Sydney, Australia turned off their lights last year and I thought... what an incredible thing to do. Well, apparently this year several cities around the world are participating. Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's things like this that give me hope; I'm not alone, there are thousands, millions of people who care and who want to do something about our environment. I will deffinitely turn off my lights and relax by candlelight possibly downstairs by the beach or maybe in my balcony. FYI, &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt; tonight between 8-9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-4723159131299665620?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/4723159131299665620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4723159131299665620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4723159131299665620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-5131424979233331256</id><published>2008-03-19T21:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:29:40.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coastal Flood Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/R-G_gxH6ukI/AAAAAAAAABA/n-0f2L_6fLw/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179631616116046402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/R-G_gxH6ukI/AAAAAAAAABA/n-0f2L_6fLw/s320/DSC02140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a winter storm system over the Northwest Atlantic which is affecting the north part of the island, and is putting a damper on Easter week vacations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This from my WeatherBug and the &lt;a href="http://forecast.weather.gov/MapClick.php?CityName=San+Juan&amp;amp;state=PR&amp;amp;site=SJU&amp;amp;textField1=18.4084&amp;amp;textField2=-66.0644&amp;amp;e=1"&gt;National Weather Service&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"This coastal flooding is the greatest non-tropical cyclone related swell event experienced in the local area since the Perfect storm of 1991."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We are experiencing 12 feet swells, coastal flooding, breaking waves between 15-25 feet, there is a high surf warning in effect thru Friday, possibly to be extended over the weekend. In other words, it's not pretty. This picture is of the building grounds leading out to the beach. As you can see, the sea weed and sand were thrown easily 50+ feet into the grounds as the tides have come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to everyone back at home in NY who tells me how jealous they are of me... living by the beach, enjoying the sun and surf. It is great most of the year, and then you have weeks when you think the ocean is just going to swallow the island. Get this, usually I have about 40+ feet of beach right outside the building grounds, now watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-37c38413ddac533" 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" 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/R-G_gxH6ukI/AAAAAAAAABA/n-0f2L_6fLw/s72-c/DSC02140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-8836903838253292700</id><published>2008-03-19T00:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:06:46.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz Sin Fronteras JUANES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Necesitamos paz, la anhelamos, soñamos con ella... pero cuando??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need peace, we long for it, we dream of it... but when??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuQDpbesVpY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuQDpbesVpY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-8836903838253292700?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/8836903838253292700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/paz-sin-fronteras-juanes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8836903838253292700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8836903838253292700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/paz-sin-fronteras-juanes.html' title='Paz Sin Fronteras JUANES'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-4761352370867587771</id><published>2008-03-16T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:09:43.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colombia is passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You gotta watch this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptKdHZWyqFc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptKdHZWyqFc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-4761352370867587771?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/4761352370867587771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/colombia-is-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4761352370867587771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4761352370867587771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/colombia-is-passion.html' title='Colombia is passion'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-4625332019544345858</id><published>2008-03-16T21:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:52:02.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This or That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://randomeme4u.blogspot.com/"&gt;randomness...feed your mind and your blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sky dive or bungee jump? Sky dive, eventhough I had an opportunity and talked my self out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat a hissing cockroach or eat a slug? I'd rather starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have lifelong free entry to all theme parks or lifetime free entry to all movie theaters?  Although I love theme parks, lifetime free entry to all movie theaters would be awsome. Each time you go you get to see a new movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spend one month without books or one month without tv?  One month without books. I enjoy reading, but it's not something I do a whole lot. However, I am a tv junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have the ability to fly or be able to become invisible? Hummm... that's a tough one, probably the ability to fly. I think the freedom of movement and oportunity to see things from an entirely different perspective would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To have a personal shopper for life or a personal fitness trainer for life?  Deffinitely a personal fitness trainer for life. That way I will always be motivated, and won't be able to make excuses. And by the way, why would I not want to do my own shopping? To me that is such a stress relieving and comforting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be spiderman or be superman?  I'm stumped. Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be stuck in the 70's or be stuck in the 80's?  I lived the 80's and they were pretty wacked, but the 70's are not my cup of tea. Deffinitely the 80's..... love that music!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-4625332019544345858?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/4625332019544345858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-or-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4625332019544345858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4625332019544345858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-or-that.html' title='This or That?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-2998468687675716784</id><published>2008-03-16T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:11:45.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to NY?</title><content type='html'>I don't want to go back to NY yet, but there is a chance I may have to. I'm happy here, I love the place where I live, my surroundings, the slower pace, less worries and less stress. I don't think I have too much time to decide, but I need to figure out how can I do it? How can &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-2998468687675716784?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/2998468687675716784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-ny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/2998468687675716784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/2998468687675716784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-ny.html' title='Back to NY?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-2101409185343340422</id><published>2008-03-11T22:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:11:13.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/R-HDnBH6umI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZhNPHiEB_Ik/s1600-h/Luggage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179636121536739938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/R-HDnBH6umI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZhNPHiEB_Ik/s200/Luggage.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, He's going away to work again. Luggage is ready, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPhone&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/5132832-2101409185343340422?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/2101409185343340422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/leaving-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/2101409185343340422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/2101409185343340422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/leaving-again.html' title='Leaving again'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/R-HDnBH6umI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZhNPHiEB_Ik/s72-c/Luggage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-8629848001740391797</id><published>2008-03-10T13:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:46:10.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emile was here</title><content type='html'>My friend Emile was here to spend 5 days with me and Joseph. It should be illegal to have so much fun!!! We laughed so much we were all complaining of aching heads, faces and bellies. I'll post a few pics in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the memorable experiences of this visit was the sunburn I got. OMG!! My whole body turned a golden red, which never happens. I   &lt;strong&gt;n e v e r&lt;/strong&gt;   burn but this time that caribean sun did a job on me. Right now my back is still peeling a little bit and is still sensitive to the touch. ouch. But I must confess.... I'd do it all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-8629848001740391797?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/8629848001740391797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/emile-was-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8629848001740391797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8629848001740391797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2008/03/emile-was-here.html' title='Emile was here'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-4628639038711929521</id><published>2007-11-16T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:46:21.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza</title><content type='html'>Hoy ha sido una noche muy triste. Tengo tantos recuerdos de mi mama que me hacen sufrir; como quisiera retroceder el tiempo. No encuentro paz, aun despues de 13 an~os. He escuchado personas hablar del infierno y purgatorio... mi infierno es vivir con este dolor tan grande que me consume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-4628639038711929521?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/4628639038711929521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/11/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4628639038711929521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4628639038711929521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/11/nostalgia.html' title='Tristeza'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-3048219490653347339</id><published>2007-08-29T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:46:04.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7,000 ctw</title><content type='html'>A  mining company in South Africa is claiming to have mined the world's biggest diamond. At &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/6966540.stm"&gt;7,000 carats&lt;/a&gt;, it would be twice the size of the Cullinan Diamond, except it's not confirmed to be a diamond yet.  But if it turns out to be Bling.... wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-3048219490653347339?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/3048219490653347339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/08/7000-ctw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/3048219490653347339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/3048219490653347339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/08/7000-ctw.html' title='7,000 ctw'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-5489699112761242106</id><published>2007-08-07T15:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:14:29.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lou Dobbs: North American Union Orwellian Brave New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/H65f3q_Lm9U' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/H65f3q_Lm9U'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-5489699112761242106?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/5489699112761242106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/08/lou-dobbs-north-american-union.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5489699112761242106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5489699112761242106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/08/lou-dobbs-north-american-union.html' title='Lou Dobbs: North American Union Orwellian Brave New World'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-8543510259770865335</id><published>2007-08-07T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:54:38.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPP and The Amero.... What?</title><content type='html'>Have you heard about the Amero, do you know what it is? When did this happen, where was I that I didn't hear about it? It's scary to think that the Dollar might seize to be, and in replacement we might have a "unifying" currency for the three North American Countries.... or shall I go ahead and call them the North American Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on? Now after all the years of &lt;em&gt;fear&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;controlled immigration&lt;/em&gt; we are moving towards a borderless Union? What, now all of a sudden all those "illegals" who supposedly come to "steal" our jobs are going to be our partners and we'll all be one big happy family? Who the hell is pulling these strings? First, they brainwash the American public to hate immigrants, specifically any immigration related to the Mexican borders; now, they are going to brainwash you again to have this lovy-dovy openness with Mexico, including our borders and commerce. What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a North American Union is being formed by the three presidents...... ummm, without our approval or that of congress? What, now Bush is going to decide that we are not US citizens anymore and this new "country", sorry, Union is the way to go? I should go ahead and call it by its proper name: The Security and Prosperity Partnership. Sounds really nice, doesn't it? Well, if you ask me George Bush has done nothing but compromise our Security and Prosperity from day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I know, I'm just a citizen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-8543510259770865335?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/8543510259770865335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/08/spp-and-amero-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8543510259770865335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/8543510259770865335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/08/spp-and-amero-what.html' title='SPP and The Amero.... What?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-4570748187813902373</id><published>2007-06-23T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:20:15.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone is coming</title><content type='html'>That's right, iPhone will be available next Friday. And I can't have one, grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't spend the money right now, but I sure wish I could. I just love gadgets and getting them early is such a high! I want to figure out a way to buy it.... maybe if I sell stuff on e-bay I can get some $$ for my iPhone. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-4570748187813902373?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/4570748187813902373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4570748187813902373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4570748187813902373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone-is-coming.html' title='iPhone is coming'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-696378510233197769</id><published>2007-04-23T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:56:03.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, go away</title><content type='html'>It's been raining for three days in San Juan. Bummer. I just hope that the rain will be over by Friday, since I'm taking Friday and Saturday off. I'm so excited to have two consecutive days off! I think we should go out and shop for some furniture and then hit the beach. I think we may go to the rainforest on Saturday with Heath... that will be fun (eventhough it will be my 5th or 6th trip up the mountain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember to call Emile on Saturday to wish her a happy birthday. She's having a birthday party that night... ::sigh:: I wish I could go to NY and go out with her, she's so much fun. I also have to make time to call Louis; he called me last week and I still haven't called him back, yickes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-696378510233197769?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/696378510233197769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/04/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/696378510233197769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/696378510233197769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain, go away'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-184138074291517152</id><published>2007-04-22T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:27:28.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/RiwLdQ9m0BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0wU6aIyKgh4/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056429079027699730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/RiwLdQ9m0BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0wU6aIyKgh4/s320/DSC01205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found this picture I took of a sunrise a couple of weeks ago... just beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-184138074291517152?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/184138074291517152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/184138074291517152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/184138074291517152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunrise.html' title='Sunrise'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_i3BAMKX0/RiwLdQ9m0BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0wU6aIyKgh4/s72-c/DSC01205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-2638414669134936605</id><published>2007-04-12T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:44:17.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Family Visit</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph came back from Hawaii (finally...), two days later my dad arrived, two days after that my brother and niece came in from Phoenix and three days later Josephs two kids flew down from NY. Needless to say, it was a busy, crowded couple of weeks.  And I had a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to have my dad visit again. And I got to spend lots of time with my niece... I just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone's been gone for a couple of weeks already (except for Joseph); the apartment's quiet again, and we're already thinking about a trip up to NY in June and bringing my family back to Christmas. That would be exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-2638414669134936605?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/2638414669134936605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-family-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/2638414669134936605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/2638414669134936605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-family-visit.html' title='Post Family Visit'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-4424727784706069133</id><published>2007-01-20T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:14:26.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going thru shopping withdrawal</title><content type='html'>That's right, that is exactly how I'm feeling. Being from NYC, I don't consider Walmart as one of my "shopping" options (especially when looking for clothes). Ofcourse there are malls here, but I've never been a mall rat. I loved having my choice of boutiques and chain stores, both low and high end. But here, there aren't many choices. It's either Gap, Old Navy, etc, or teeny-bopper type stores where everything is cheaply made and way too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly though, is the fact that women here wear their clothes way too tight and rather sloppy. And to make things worse, since more than 65% of the population is overweight.... let's just say it's not a pretty sight. Even women who are well dressed, walk around with their pants so tight up their croth you wonder how can they be comfortable? And their tops are always tight, cut way too low at the neck line or too short at the waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping........ can I go to NY for the day and come home with bags full of clothes? Please....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-4424727784706069133?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/4424727784706069133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/01/going-thru-shopping-withdrawal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4424727784706069133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/4424727784706069133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/01/going-thru-shopping-withdrawal.html' title='Going thru shopping withdrawal'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-5539034272406058019</id><published>2007-01-19T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:32:55.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am again</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't beleive it's been 3 months since I've posted. But I have good reason; work is crazy busy, many times stressful and the little time I have to call my own, I spend in front of the tv to escape the fact that I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few months have been very tough. Joseph's in Hawaii working and although we talk several times a day and leave eachother messages, I miss him terribly and am starting to feel lonely. I know it's just as hard for him so as always I try to be very positive and comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a particularly bad day. I went crazy cleaning the entire apartment, and as is my routine, I played music super loud to keep me going. The only problem was that since I've been feeling homesick, listening to all that Colombian music just depressed me more. I practically spent the day with Lysol in one hand and Kleenex in the other....  hmmm, sounds funny now that I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the sadness; I do have good news. Emile and Matthew are coming to visit next week. Yey! Emile's arriving Wednesday night and leaving Monday afternoon, I am soooo looking forward to her visit. She's so energetic and funny, I know she'll have me feeling better in no time. And ofcourse I'll have someone to go out with, thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is suppossed to call me sometime next week to let me know when he'll be arriving, which might be next weekend. I'm glad he's coming, he's a nice guy and he'll get me cought up with what's going on at home in Brooklyn. I don't know if he's coming alone (he might be bringing someone along). Imagine.... alone for the past couple of months and now in one week I may have 3 guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life a pisser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-5539034272406058019?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/5539034272406058019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-i-am-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5539034272406058019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/5539034272406058019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here I am again'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-115973198057383899</id><published>2006-10-01T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:02:54.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenidos a Puerto Rico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Pool2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/200/Pool2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to P.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, we moved and are now living in San Juan. Amazing how things change. We've been down here for a month and we are loving it. We got an amazing condominium (oceanview and everything), and couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this is our pool. We spend one to two hours a day at the pool and Joseph sometimes goes to the beach. I love our beach but I prefer the pool; I say "our" beach, because it's private. It's never crowded. In fact the most people I've seen at our beach was probably last Sunday when there were maybe 15-20 people there. How's that for crowded? Sure beats Jones Beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-115973198057383899?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/115973198057383899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/10/bienvenidos-puerto-rico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/115973198057383899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/115973198057383899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/10/bienvenidos-puerto-rico.html' title='Bienvenidos a Puerto Rico'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-115280790334810264</id><published>2006-07-13T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:25:06.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deal is Done</title><content type='html'>Well, the last phonecall was done on Tuesday, and tomorrow it comes in writing... I'm relocating to Puerto Rico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed feelings about the move. Ofcourse I'm so happy about my promotion and the new challange, but I'm also a little nervous about what's to come. All the new responsabilities and closer relationship with the home office make me nervous and excite me at the same time. In fact, last night I cought myself thinking about what could &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; will be my next step after DM. I chuckled at the thought... I didn't even take over my new Region yet, and I'm already thinking about my next promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is going to change drasticly, moving from NYC to Puerto Rico. I've only lived in 3 cities my whole life. I suppose it's time I try something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-115280790334810264?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/115280790334810264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/07/deal-is-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/115280790334810264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/115280790334810264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/07/deal-is-done.html' title='The Deal is Done'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-115064361973786252</id><published>2006-06-18T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:32:08.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Fever</title><content type='html'>I wish I could skip out of work to catch some of the soccer games. I would love to catch Tuesday's Ecuador-Germany game. Right now I'm waiting for today's Brazil-Australia game. You know I'll be jumping and screaming for Brazil. I just wish we could go to a bar and watch it, but we have the kids today. Unfortunately for them, they have to suffer thru soccer tv today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-115064361973786252?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/115064361973786252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/115064361973786252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/115064361973786252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-fever.html' title='Soccer Fever'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-115031343662573437</id><published>2006-06-14T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:30:36.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing in action</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I posted, and a lot has happened to me since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly:&lt;br /&gt;*May be getting a promotion at work, which translates into $$$. Can you say chaching!!!&lt;br /&gt;*I may be moving due to my promotion.&lt;br /&gt;*My brother and his baby may visit me in July.&lt;br /&gt;*My grandma passed away a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm stressing over big sale at my store this week.&lt;br /&gt;*Spent a week in Puerto Rico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my life seems to revolve around work. I have to change that somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-115031343662573437?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/115031343662573437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/06/missing-in-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/115031343662573437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/115031343662573437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/06/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing in action'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-114222101175309578</id><published>2006-03-12T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:36:51.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in North Carolina</title><content type='html'>That's right, I escaped from NY for three days to visit my dad. Joseph was supposed to come also but he got stuck in traffic and couldn't make it to the airport on time. grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying my time with dad, although I am terribly exausted after the renovations at my store last week. Who wouldn't be...  12 straight days, the last four of those 14 hour days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining. I love my new store. I feel very proud and lucky to have achieved what I have in just one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.... time to rest so I can be up early and have a full day with my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-114222101175309578?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/114222101175309578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-in-north-carolina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/114222101175309578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/114222101175309578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-in-north-carolina.html' title='I&apos;m in North Carolina'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-113686823473220812</id><published>2006-01-09T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:15:02.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much leisure time these days, and so I haven't posted in a while.... for now, here's my update: work is going great, right now I'm working towards my free Mexican vacation, courtesy of my company. Things with Joseph are the same as always, sometimes good, sometimes not so good. I started going to the gym again this month, and almost fainted when I weighed myself. 135lbs. That's the heaviest I've ever been; and I know that's not exactly fat, but for my body and compared to my constant 120lbs in the past 5 years, 15lbs is a lot. Now I'm sweating to lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep up with the posts whenever possible. Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-113686823473220812?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/113686823473220812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/113686823473220812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/113686823473220812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-113011115868484507</id><published>2005-10-23T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T19:45:58.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How will I survive?</title><content type='html'>That's what I'm asking myself these days. Fourth quarter is here, and I am so busy at work that I'm not even eating. I know that's a very bad thing, and I'm trying to control it, but I'm moving from the moment I get there and it's non-stop all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, as long as the store is busy and we're making lots of sales I'm happy. Especially since the company will send me to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico in February as long as I make the fourth quarter goal. That's all I'm keeping my mind on..... hummm Mexico, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be sitting on a beach, having a drink and soaking in the sun. So much so, that I finally re-joined my gym and have been exercising. I want to look good when I'm lying on that beach, you know?   **hehehe**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-113011115868484507?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/113011115868484507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-will-i-survive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/113011115868484507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/113011115868484507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-will-i-survive.html' title='How will I survive?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112796013966160673</id><published>2005-09-28T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:15:39.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Dad</title><content type='html'>So I got an early birthday gift today; my dad sent me &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/patriciad67/"&gt;orchids&lt;/a&gt;, and they are beautiful. They are a beautiful lavender color, and I'm glad to have them since my white ones are not in bloom right now. Hopefully the new ones will also last a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112796013966160673?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112796013966160673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112796013966160673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112796013966160673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks-dad.html' title='Thanks Dad'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112632174429847742</id><published>2005-09-09T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:12:09.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 33 is not so bad</title><content type='html'>Well, I got curious to find out how a search of my name would come up.... I tried google and got as far as 180 results with no mention of me, I gave up on google. Then I tried yahoo and my name came up as result number 33. I find the contrast in results very interesting. At least I know if someone's looking for me and happens to be using yahoo, they'll be able to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y a h o o o o o ! ! !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112632174429847742?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112632174429847742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/09/number-33-is-not-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112632174429847742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112632174429847742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/09/number-33-is-not-so-bad.html' title='Number 33 is not so bad'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112581061862997654</id><published>2005-09-04T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:24:04.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed yet again</title><content type='html'>With the long hours I have to spend at work, I wasn't aware of the enormity of the damage in New Orleans after the huricane. I got a chance last night to get cought up with what's going on and was appalled at what I saw. What strikes me most is, how can our government not react immediately. How can they let days go and expose thousands of people to such horrible conditions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/09/02/nagin.transcript/index.html"&gt;transcript&lt;/a&gt; of a radio interview with Mayor Nagin and wondered again, what is Bush doing to this country? Why is our government letting us down yet again? When I asked Joseph yesterday why did it take so long for the national guard to get there, his answer was "she didn't ask for it. And don't say it's Bush's fault. It's the law, he can't do anything until the governor asks for it". Well, it seems to me that there are times when we need to assess a situation and take action. Like Mayor Nagin said in his interview "Well, did the tsunami victims request? Did it go through a formal process to request? You know, did the Iraqi people request that we go in there? Did they ask us to go in there? What is more important?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not American lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112581061862997654?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112581061862997654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/09/disappointed-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112581061862997654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112581061862997654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/09/disappointed-yet-again.html' title='Disappointed yet again'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112484639089469605</id><published>2005-08-23T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:19:50.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a Birthday Coming Up</title><content type='html'>And I'd like to do something to celebrate. Joseph already hinted that he's planning something special for the "end of September". Whatever it is, I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112484639089469605?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112484639089469605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-birthday-coming-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112484639089469605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112484639089469605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-birthday-coming-up.html' title='I have a Birthday Coming Up'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112458124034759804</id><published>2005-08-20T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T19:48:49.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>Vacation is officially over; I returned the rental car tonight. I can't complain, it was a good week: Joseph and I got to spend four days together without phone calls from the restaurant or my store. We drove up to the Catskills, which is probably my favorite vacation spot. I am a nature girl and being in the mountains always makes me happy. Check out the pictures &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciad67/sets/788072/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in a town called Andes, and visited a few others like Margretville, Delhi, Walton, New Paltz and Cooperstown. Ofcourse we went to the Baseball Hall of Fame and I had a blast looking up all my favorite Mets players; I especially got a kick out of the World Series Rings. The most entertaining part was watching Abbott and Costello's "&lt;a href="http://www.baseball-almanac.com/humor4.shtml"&gt;who's on first&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only dissappointing part of our vacation was the Esopus Creek. Apparently there hasn't been much rain upstate this summer, so the creek is quite low and we couldn't go tubing. ::grrr:: We were told that all water activities have suffered including fishing. And the fisheries are not doing so well either. But aside from that, we had a blast. We visited a couple of lakes, where we could finally go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's back to reality, and to our routine........ ::sigh:: ......... &lt;em&gt;c'est la vie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112458124034759804?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112458124034759804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112458124034759804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112458124034759804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112446778437128257</id><published>2005-08-19T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T16:39:41.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back from vacation</title><content type='html'>We came back yesterday because Joseph had to work last night. The good thing is that I still have the car and am going to Long Island again today (I went to &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/12481915@N00/sets/788556/"&gt;Long Beach&lt;/a&gt; with Anna last night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pics that I'll post later, and I'll post on my adventures tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112446778437128257?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112446778437128257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back-from-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112446778437128257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112446778437128257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back-from-vacation.html' title='I&apos;m back from vacation'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112398225467528170</id><published>2005-08-13T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T21:17:34.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on Vacation</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am officially on vacation and don't have to go back to work until next week Sunday.  ::happy dance::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph is working tomorrow's brunch at the restaurant, but I'll meet him at around 3pm and we'll be off.....  Catskills, here we come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112398225467528170?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112398225467528170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-on-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112398225467528170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112398225467528170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-on-vacation.html' title='I&apos;m on Vacation'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112380931678080086</id><published>2005-08-11T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:15:16.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm banking again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/bank1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/200/bank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a bank account two days ago..... finally. I've been avoiding doing it for a long time, but I finally had to do it. The good thing is that I won't be charged any fees. I said &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; fees; I'm going to love this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112380931678080086?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112380931678080086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-banking-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112380931678080086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112380931678080086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-banking-again.html' title='I&apos;m banking again'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112364349762771726</id><published>2005-08-09T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:12:46.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Peter Jennings</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was sad to hear of &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8872016/site/newsweek/"&gt;Peter Jennings&lt;/a&gt;' death. I remember growing up we'd sit to dinner and he'd bring us up to date with what was going on in the world.  You could say I learned to speak English watching him.  After today, the news won't be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112364349762771726?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112364349762771726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-peter-jennings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112364349762771726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112364349762771726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-peter-jennings.html' title='On Peter Jennings'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112354652014273283</id><published>2005-08-08T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:15:20.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's cut just one inch</title><content type='html'>That's what I said to Cruz, the hairdresser at Jean Pierre after work  today.   She framed my face at an angle and suggested long layers throughout when I asked for suggestions for a new style for the fall.  I love what she did today, and am deffinitely going back and finishing the job in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting haircuts, I always feel so clean and pretty.   ::wink::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112354652014273283?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112354652014273283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/lets-cut-just-one-inch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112354652014273283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112354652014273283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/lets-cut-just-one-inch.html' title='Let&apos;s cut just one inch'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112329818446650905</id><published>2005-08-05T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:17:12.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No insurance yet</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's right. I didn't get my health insurance papers from work.    ::grrr::    I'll have to wait and hope I get them next week. I have to see my doctor soon. I hate having to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112329818446650905?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112329818446650905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-insurance-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112329818446650905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112329818446650905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-insurance-yet.html' title='No insurance yet'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112304087240642645</id><published>2005-08-02T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:52:47.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it all along</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found this interesting piece in the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/08/01/opinion/01standage.html?ei=5090&amp;en=1f703b85f17267b3&amp;amp;ex=1280548800&amp;partner=rssuserland&amp;amp;emc=rss&amp;pagewanted=all&amp;amp;YOUR_REG_SYSTEM_IS_EVIL"&gt;NYTimes&lt;/a&gt; on some of the truths about bottled water, which do not surprise me at all. I am a bottled water drinker simply because it's practical... living in NY and always on the move. However I do drink from the tap when I'm at home. Mostly because Ihave always heard that NYC water is one of the best in the country. But check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bottled water is undeniably more fashionable and portable than tap water. The practice of carrying a small bottle, pioneered by supermodels, has become commonplace. But despite its association with purity and cleanliness, bottled water is bad for the environment. It is shipped at vast expense from one part of the world to another, is then kept refrigerated before sale, and causes huge numbers of plastic bottles to go into landfills.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, tap water is not so abundant in the developing world. And that is ultimately why I find the illogical enthusiasm for bottled water not simply peculiar, but distasteful. For those of us in the developed world, safe water is now so abundant that we can afford to shun the tap water under our noses, and drink bottled water instead: our choice of water has become a lifestyle option. For many people in the developing world, however, access to water remains a matter of life or death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the whole article, it's really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://boingboing.net/"&gt;boingboing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112304087240642645?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112304087240642645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-knew-it-all-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112304087240642645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112304087240642645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-knew-it-all-along.html' title='I knew it all along'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112303961920559278</id><published>2005-08-02T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:26:59.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beautiful Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Linda%20a%20Color1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/200/Linda%20a%20Color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was going through old pictures and I found this one. It's one of my favorites just because I look so "doll" like. My mom really loved dressing me up, and ofcourse I hated it.  Now I can't wait to have a little girl of my own so I can dress her up too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112303961920559278?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112303961920559278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-beautiful-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112303961920559278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112303961920559278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-beautiful-baby.html' title='What a beautiful Baby'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112257046938401577</id><published>2005-07-28T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T13:10:45.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My aching head, still</title><content type='html'>So I still have pain from my fall the other day. The bump on my head is nearly gone but it still hurts and is tender to the touch; my chin is also tender but the worse today is my jaw joint by my ear. The only good thing about this is that I went to the ER and they said the cat-scans didn't show any fractures or problems from my neck up. The bad thing is that three of my fingers are still numb and I don't know why? What really sucks is that my health insurance at work doesn't start for another week (or two, I'm not sure). I have to wait two weeks to go see my doctor. In the meantime I have to figure out how I'm going to take care of the ER bills when they start coming. ::yikes::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be in pain and risk permanent injury... oh yes, because we don't have adecquate health care in this country ::humm:: Thank you Mr. Bush for spending my money in all the right places. ::@$^*#@$%^&amp;*#@&amp;amp;amp;&amp;amp;^%@::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112257046938401577?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112257046938401577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-aching-head-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112257046938401577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112257046938401577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-aching-head-still.html' title='My aching head, still'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112222647255714896</id><published>2005-07-24T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T13:36:09.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My aching head</title><content type='html'>So I fainted at work yesterday... yes, out cold. Apparently I fell on my face because I got a half dollar size bump on my forehead, bruised the bridge of my nose, my lips, and my chin. I am a mess. That doesn't mean that my face is all black and blue (thank God), but I am in pain and got a couple of small scratches here and there. And ofcourse I refused to go to the Emergency Room, but now I regret it. Everything above my shoulders hurts today. Even the joints of my jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll have to spend the day at my doctor's tomorrow getting checked and tested.    ::yuck::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112222647255714896?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112222647255714896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-aching-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112222647255714896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112222647255714896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-aching-head.html' title='My aching head'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112191599885174701</id><published>2005-07-20T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:19:58.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/colombia%20flag1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/200/colombia%20flag1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrate Colombia's Independance Day. I miss my home, but I don't think I could live there again. I guess what I really miss is my family, my city as I remember it in my childhood, my school- which I still have dreams about. I dream walking through the parks and hallways, and in my classrooms with my friends. If one day I go back home I will go visit my school; it would be an emotional visit but one that I dream of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112191599885174701?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112191599885174701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/independance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112191599885174701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112191599885174701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/independance.html' title='Independance'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112174152581011659</id><published>2005-07-18T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:11:13.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm listening to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Juanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/200/Juanes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just love this CD. Makes me feel happy and sad at the same time. I miss my country, but I'm glad I don't have to be there and live with all that struggle and hardship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first time I heard the song "&lt;a href="http://www.terra.com/ocio/musica/especiales/juanes/multimedia.html"&gt;A Dios Le Pido&lt;/a&gt;" I fell in love with his music. And I can't get enough of "Suenos". I just wish we didn't have to dream of peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112174152581011659?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112174152581011659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-listening-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112174152581011659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112174152581011659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-listening-to.html' title='I&apos;m listening to...'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112173909051236984</id><published>2005-07-18T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:13:54.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice night out</title><content type='html'>Thanks Anna for taking me out tonight. We tried Friday's on 5th and 48th but their A/C was down.... what a dissappointment. So we decided on Tequila in Astoria, good call. I hadn't finished my first margarita and I was flying. Talk about a light-weight. I only had two drinks, but am happy as could be. The only bad thing is that I have to be at work at 8am for inventory. *sucks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112173909051236984?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112173909051236984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/nice-night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112173909051236984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112173909051236984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/nice-night-out.html' title='Nice night out'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112164388611189815</id><published>2005-07-17T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:44:46.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/6938/640/five%20orchids.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/6938/320/five%20orchids.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my orchids&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112164388611189815?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112164388611189815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-my-orchids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112164388611189815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112164388611189815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-my-orchids.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112164185851322913</id><published>2005-07-17T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:10:58.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One day off is not enough</title><content type='html'>I'm so incredibly tired today that I didn't do much. I looked in craigslist for apartments this morning, if Joseph comes over tonight we can look through them and start making some appointments.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too happy about moving to Brooklyn, but at least it will only be for one year. I'm a little concerned about the commute. Living in Astoria and getting to work in 30 minutes has been great, and I just hope we find an apartment where I'll have a similar situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112164185851322913?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112164185851322913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-day-off-is-not-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112164185851322913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112164185851322913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-day-off-is-not-enough.html' title='One day off is not enough'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-112148910888358024</id><published>2005-07-16T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:45:08.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from hiatus</title><content type='html'>Wow, after a year I'm back and happy to be blogging again. I don't have much free time, but I'll try to post as often as I can... we'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-112148910888358024?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/112148910888358024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-from-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112148910888358024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/112148910888358024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-from-hiatus.html' title='Back from hiatus'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-108065770352260207</id><published>2004-03-30T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T09:45:13.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy days</title><content type='html'>That's right. I've been experiencing the worse case of lazyness ever. On my days off I just don't have the energy or the interest to go out or do much. I need to get out of this funk and get moving again. The good thing though, is that I am doing well at work, and things with Joseph are going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::yawn::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-108065770352260207?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/108065770352260207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/03/lazy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/108065770352260207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/108065770352260207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/03/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy days'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107859369644808112</id><published>2004-03-06T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T12:27:53.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh... the pain</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that I joined a gym last week? That's right, once again I'll be making time to get in shape and feel better about myself. I love going to the gym and working out, it totally energyzes me and motivates me. Plus I love the way I look after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is that at this moment I am immobile. That's right: &lt;strong&gt;i m m o b i l e&lt;/strong&gt; .  I took a body toning class on Thursday night, but the instructor focused only on legs and a little bit on abs. After I left the gym I was in so much pain, I considered calling my boss and telling him I couldn't come to work the next morning. But I didn't do that, instead I went to work yesterday and was miserable not being able to walk or move comfortably all day. I just thank God that today's my day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I must admit......  I love the pain. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107859369644808112?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107859369644808112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/03/ohhh-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107859369644808112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107859369644808112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/03/ohhh-pain.html' title='Ohhh... the pain'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107859040607216141</id><published>2004-03-06T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T11:30:22.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Myweekly turns one</title><content type='html'>That's right, I started posting on &lt;b&gt;myweekly&lt;/b&gt; a year ago today. Happy First Birthday to Myweekly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't post as often as I &lt;strikethru&gt;should&lt;/strikethru&gt; would like to, I'm happy that I managed to keep it up for a full year. And that leaves me thinking.... what's next for &lt;b&gt;myweekly&lt;/b&gt;? Maybe it's time to start moving away from the basic &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/home.pyra"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;, and start getting a little more technical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107859040607216141?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107859040607216141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/03/myweekly-turns-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107859040607216141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107859040607216141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/03/myweekly-turns-one.html' title='Myweekly turns one'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107819693822115100</id><published>2004-03-01T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T22:11:51.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day</title><content type='html'>My dad called this morning to tell me my uncle passed away yesterday. He had cancer and had gone back to Colombia a few weeks ago, after the doctors said there was nothing more to do for him. At least he spent his last days with his children and grandaughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107819693822115100?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107819693822115100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/03/sad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107819693822115100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107819693822115100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/03/sad-day.html' title='Sad day'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107810790458414320</id><published>2004-02-29T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:27:56.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About my sock exchange</title><content type='html'>Yes, I joined it again and I got the cutest socks ever! Thanks Tasha and Beej. I'll be sending yours out in the next couple of days. Sorry for the delay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107810790458414320?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107810790458414320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/02/about-my-sock-exchange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107810790458414320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107810790458414320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/02/about-my-sock-exchange.html' title='About my sock exchange'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107810545224839031</id><published>2004-02-29T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:47:03.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some day off</title><content type='html'>So today was my day off, and I had planned a relaxing day with Joseph. We had the whole morning to watch a little tv, have breakfast and relax. Then we were going to Katie's basketball game at 2pm and after that to the movies (I was hoping to see "The Passion of Christ"). Then in the evening, a little Oscar, and some home cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; the plan. Out of all that going to Katie's game was the only thing that worked out; except we were 1/2 hour late. The being late part was my fault because after breakfast I decided to do some house cleaning and took a phonecall from a co-worker, which left me rushing to get ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we went to Joseph's house to pick up the two complimentary tickets he had for us to go to the movies, and we found out one of his nephews had already taken them. No movies for us..... on top of that, we found out his mother fell and hurt her back.... ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we decided to make our way back to my place at around 4pm. Suffice it to say, we walked in the door at my place at 8pm. Yes, what normally takes one hour, took us 4 tonight. Not only that, the conductor on the last train we were on was giving the wrong directions for shuttle bus transfers for the stations coming to my neighborhood. Crowds of people got off at Queens plaza expecting to catch the shuttle bus to the Astoria train, but there was no shuttle. The busses were waiting at a different station..... MTA screws up once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're finally home.....  Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107810545224839031?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107810545224839031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/02/some-day-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107810545224839031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107810545224839031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/02/some-day-off.html' title='Some day off'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107789634124209208</id><published>2004-02-27T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T10:42:13.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it spring yet?</title><content type='html'>I'm looking forward to spring already. I want to feel the warm air around me, and enjoy beautiful sunny days. I'm sure we'll have another snow storm before spring arrives, but all I can think about is shedding my coat and hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on spring!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107789634124209208?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107789634124209208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/02/is-it-spring-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107789634124209208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107789634124209208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/02/is-it-spring-yet.html' title='Is it spring yet?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107741638808890877</id><published>2004-02-21T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:22:29.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm done</title><content type='html'>Yes, the deed is done. I am a US Citizen.... finally. I am very excited and proud. Joseph went with me to my swearing in and we went out to lunch afterward. It took a long time, which I didn't expect. My appointment was for 8am and finished at 11:45 am. There were approximately 150 people there that morning, but I felt like I was the most proud and most anxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.... my passport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107741638808890877?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107741638808890877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/02/and-im-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107741638808890877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107741638808890877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/02/and-im-done.html' title='And I&apos;m done'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107525829924537108</id><published>2004-01-27T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T21:53:46.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats are in order</title><content type='html'>That's right. I went for my citizenship interview and it went so well, I couldn't even explain it. I already received my appointment to be sworn in. I am just thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107525829924537108?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107525829924537108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/01/congrats-are-in-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107525829924537108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107525829924537108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/01/congrats-are-in-order.html' title='Congrats are in order'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107525389493284851</id><published>2004-01-27T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T20:58:41.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be the Queen</title><content type='html'>Things are going well at work. So well that I'll be getting a promotion next month. I'm so excited. I've been given more responsabilities, which will translate into more money. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with Valentine's Day coming up, I'm hoping to make good $$$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107525389493284851?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107525389493284851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/01/its-good-to-be-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107525389493284851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107525389493284851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2004/01/its-good-to-be-queen.html' title='It&apos;s good to be the Queen'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107224569530117629</id><published>2003-12-24T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T01:04:03.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings exactly</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord, I pray for:&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom, To understand a man&lt;br /&gt;Love, To forgive him and&lt;br /&gt;Patience, For his moods&lt;br /&gt;Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength&lt;br /&gt;I'll just beat him to death. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.kjsl.com/~beanmom/beandiary.html"&gt;Partial to the bean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107224569530117629?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107224569530117629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-feelings-exactly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107224569530117629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107224569530117629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-feelings-exactly.html' title='My feelings exactly'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107224444858225173</id><published>2003-12-24T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T00:42:10.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa</title><content type='html'>I received my blog secret santa tonight. I'm so excited, I think I'm going to open it right now...... yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107224444858225173?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107224444858225173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/secret-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107224444858225173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107224444858225173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/secret-santa.html' title='Secret Santa'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107224318562373151</id><published>2003-12-24T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T00:21:07.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost over</title><content type='html'>Yes, the crazy x-mas season is almost over and I survived. With my crazy work schedule I haven't had time to be worried about x-mas this year (thank God). Unfortunately I am one of those unfortunate souls that become depressed this time of year. Right now I'm just looking forward to spending x-mas day in bed watching tv; resting and catching up on some sleep will be my gift to my self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107224318562373151?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107224318562373151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-almost-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107224318562373151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107224318562373151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s almost over'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107146277951144139</id><published>2003-12-14T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:34:09.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winterize</title><content type='html'>I stayed up tonight and played with my blog. I like these colors, although I started "chrismassy".  Now I just have to figure out how to blog from my cell, hopefully I'll do it in a day or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107146277951144139?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107146277951144139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/winterize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107146277951144139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107146277951144139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/winterize.html' title='Winterize'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107145656109447418</id><published>2003-12-14T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T21:50:30.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear me now?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, baby!! I got my cell phone a couple of days ago. I am so happy I am finally coming out of this rut I've been in. I'm starting to get my hands on enough money that I can do little things for my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107145656109447418?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107145656109447418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/can-you-hear-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107145656109447418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107145656109447418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/can-you-hear-me-now.html' title='Can you hear me now?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-107033557835532344</id><published>2003-12-01T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:27:11.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I haven't had time to blog in a month. I'm just too tired from work, and too worried about money. What else is new, right?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was ok. I went to Joseph's to have dinner with his family..... I was very stressed. They're just so different; I love Joseph, but they're so different from us, from my family.... I couldn't wait to leave. Afterwards we went to my dad's and we had lots of fun, until Joseph and Juan started on the second bottle and it all went to hell. Joseph got drunk and I felt like I wanted to run out of the house. I was so embarrassed...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not over.... Christmas is coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-107033557835532344?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/107033557835532344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107033557835532344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/107033557835532344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-106736213745460902</id><published>2003-10-28T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T12:29:04.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New doctor</title><content type='html'>I have an appointment this afternoon, and I'm a little anxious. My doctor reffered me to a new gyn, and you know the first time is always uncomfortable.... who am I kidding? every visit is uncomfortable; I'm just glad it's only once a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-106736213745460902?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/106736213745460902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/10/new-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106736213745460902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106736213745460902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/10/new-doctor.html' title='New doctor'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-106735615849433272</id><published>2003-10-28T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T10:49:24.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><content type='html'>Not much going on these days except work, work, work.  And on that note, we have the Pre-Holliday "party" this Saturday. The good thing is I surpassed my pre-sale goal by 50% *woohoo*, the bad thing is I'm still 2k short to make my month's goal. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday we're having our "employee" party. Louis is taking us to Bowlorama after work which should be fun. The only problem is that I'm not going. *boohoo* I mentioned the party to Joseph the other night and he went ballistic. Apparently he had a very bad experience with a holiday party which excluded spouces, and now I'm going to miss ours because spouces are not invited. This sucks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-106735615849433272?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/106735615849433272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/10/what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106735615849433272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106735615849433272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/10/what-now.html' title='What now?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-106612137902592442</id><published>2003-10-14T04:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T04:49:38.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I went looking for car insurance...</title><content type='html'>and was shocked at the quotes I got. The lowest I found was $1900 just for liability. That can't be right! I was paying $2000 for full coverage for my new car a few years ago. It looks like I'll have to take a defensive driver's class (which will cost me $50 anyway), and maybe I'll ask my landlord to install an alarm in the car, since he has an electronics business. Hopefully he'll do it for a good price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when will I be able to save the money for this????..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-106612137902592442?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/106612137902592442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-went-looking-for-car-insurance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106612137902592442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106612137902592442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-went-looking-for-car-insurance.html' title='I went looking for car insurance...'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-106480902083326619</id><published>2003-09-29T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T00:17:00.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>That's right, today's my day. I won't be doing anything special to celebrate, but I am amazingly glad to be in much better shape than I was last year. I still can't treat myself to my "usual" birthday gifts, but at least I'm not worried about making the bills for the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about my mom when I was cooking tonight. 36 years ago seems like an eternity. I wish she was here, there's so much I want to ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-106480902083326619?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/106480902083326619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106480902083326619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106480902083326619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-106472115663726239</id><published>2003-09-27T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T00:23:27.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.muppetlabs.com/~davidj/tnt/oconnor/donald.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.muppetlabs.com/~davidj/tnt/oconnor/graphics/biogrph/singstars.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard in the news that Donald O'Connor passed away today. I've always liked old musicals, and enjoy his movies a lot. I wish there was a market for those type of wholesome movies today. I'd much rather watch "Singing in the Rain" than &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; that's playing in the theaters now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-106472115663726239?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/106472115663726239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/09/singing-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106472115663726239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106472115663726239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/09/singing-in-rain.html' title='Singing in the Rain'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132832.post-106471830383413050</id><published>2003-09-27T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T23:05:03.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early celebrations</title><content type='html'>That's right, I got to celebrate my birthday at work today. My co-workers surprised me with a delicious cheesecake and a card. Nothing fancy, but very sweet and fun. Besides that, I had a good selling day... yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after work I went to Macy's to pick up a few items I had on hold. Double discount for employees today; I love shopping when I get super discounts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132832-106471830383413050?l=myweekly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/feeds/106471830383413050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/09/early-celebrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106471830383413050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132832/posts/default/106471830383413050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myweekly.blogspot.com/2003/09/early-celebrations.html' title='Early celebrations'/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01374441739595201052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/998/72/1600/Patricia2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
